D-D-DROP THE BASS
did you ever notice
hole and whole are basically opposites.
yet they sound the same
prayer circle for everyone who has to learn english as second language
i HATE when i walk into class late and everyone just turns and stares at me like i killed two people when i obviously killed seven
apparently, tumblr isn’t a sin!
Nope it’s not there because Tumblr is all of them.
I found this small article in The Big Issue, in an interview with Russell T Davids.
If this had happened.
*Makes inhuman noises* AHHHHHHHH!!!
i really really really
don’t want to go to school
Hyperstealth is a Canadian company that has recently developed a material that bends light waves around a target that allows for complete invisibility labeled “Quantum Stealth”. The material removes not only your visual, infrared (night vision) and thermal signatures but also the target’s shadow.
INVISIBILITY MOTHERFUCKERS NOW WE NEED TIME TRAVEL
MAGIC IS REAL WHERE’S MY WAND AND BROOM
GET IN BITCHES WE’RE GOIN TO HOGWARTS
Now make me the Elder Wand and the Resurrection stone. RIGHT NOW.
There is no such thing as heroes.
There are masks and capes and daggers and hearts that bleed out for danger. There are lonely men with an extraordinary origin and the ability to change, and strong women taught that sex is a tool for trade who won’t stand aside and do nothing. There are broken hearts that can’t ever be fixed, and men too small for their bodies. There is a complete disregard for safety, and the ability to throw yourself into danger without looking back, because you know there is no one there to miss you.
But mostly there is loneliness. There are absent parents and abusive lovers. There are fake smiles directed at the camera, at lovers, at the man you thought you could trust, and the ever-present overbearing guidance of the press. There are puppeteers pulling the monkey’s strings and a chorus of girls shouting ‘dance monkey, dance!’ There are cold nights with no radiating body and the adoration of strangers that don’t stick around for long. There are routines that must always be followed and men too foolish to disagree. There are moments alone with just the smell of sulphur and gas and the moments of blind panic and terror in your eyes and the eyes of children. There are the moments of sudden disproval and the task of always having to prove you are worthy. There are a thousand little things that no one gets to see because they are so blinded by the mask. Because they cannot see the past mistakes, only future ones. Because they blame the mask yet praise it everyday. Because they see only the mask, never the man behind it.
But there are always the few, the sparse, the minority, that believe in heroes. That see behind the mask. And those are the few who I believe in.
And THIS is why you’ll get an A* in english