god is real he walks among us



I remember in year 2 there was a girl who had literally never had a haircut so her hair was ridiculously long [imagine Rapunzel basically] and she always complained about it but her mum wouldn’t let her get  it cut

So one day at recess she put an entire pack of chewed gum in her hair at the exact length she wanted it cut to.

She came in the next day with her hair cut how she wanted it and a smug grin on her face and I knew that that girl was going places. 

desstyles: Just found this photo of H doing some domestic work at Nanny S’s in 1997. Aahhh? X

louteasdale: my little human


Being drunk does not excuse cheating.

Being drunk does not excuse rape.

Being drunk does not excuse being an asshole.

Being drunk does not excuse shitty and destructive behavior.

Being drunk is not an excuse.

Control yourself or don’t drink.





have u ever tried to look cool in front of ur friends and u image

i have been laughing at this for 10 minutes straight. 

both his pants and underwear came off how did he even manage

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tumblr has taught me so much and how to be so insanely accepting that i forgot when i went back to school how uneducated everyone else my age is


seven billion people on this planet and i have 2 friends

  • harry: *breathes*
  • harry girls: ...daddy
  • girl: come over
  • guy: im gay
  • girl: my parents arent home
  • guy: im literally gay

Harry: If its a song that you’ve written, and you hear people sing it back… like, there’s a feeling of people singing your song back to you, and there’s a feeling of people singing the lyrics where you remember being somewhere writing them.




Imagine your favorite character barging into your room this moment, grabbing your hand, and taking you with them into their world

Lets be honest though most of us would be dead within a week

But it would be a bloody brilliant week


"The army asked for donations. I was the smallest one in the family, so I was given. I was seven or eight. I heard my parents arguing. My mother didn’t want me to go, because I was her only child. But a few nights later, my father brought me a new white robe, and told me I was going to go to school. When I first arrived at the military camp, I was scared to see the guns. In the morning we would go to school, in the evening we would train with the guns. But there were many children there who I grew up with and played with, I eventually felt more comfortable. After a few weeks, they marched us to Ethiopia for training. We never made it there. We ran out of food and water on the way.”
"Are you angry with your father?"
"I speak with him regularly now. I’ve forgiven him. And in the end, I would have never been educated if he hadn’t sent me away. But I was very angry with him when we were dying. While we marched, the children who gave up would sit down in the shade. We would tell them not to sit but they’d say, ‘I’ll catch up later.’ And they never would. I saw many of them get eaten by wild animals."

(Tongping Internally Displaced Persons Site, Juba, South Sudan)