……………wait. Is that even possible…
FOR SATAN
I don’t think 2 quadrillion people on this planet
they specified 2 quadrillion notes not people. so let’s do the math. there are 102 million blogs on tumblr. if everyone reblogged this at least 19,607.84 times we would get to the designated number of notes.
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Each time I’m asked to tell about myself, I find myself starting the same way: “My name is Kelsey and I’m nineteen..”
but what I’d really like to say is:
“My name means island of the ships but once
I found a translation that said I’m a burning shipwreck-
not a burning ship but a ship that has caught fire
after the wreckage and well, I’d say that’s more fitting.”
I’ve learned that people don’t have time for about me’s.
They need two things: a name and an indication you’re someone special.
The doctors, they want facts not details.
“I broke my leg when I was three, it’s a funny story actually-“
The right or the left?
Conversation over.
The teachers, they want interests, hobbies.
You’re sad, yes, but what do you like to do?
The adults are a spew of questions.
What school do you go to? What classes are you taking?
What do you plan on becoming? Got a boyfriend?
No, stop.
People my own age are the worst.
“I’m planning on an English degree with a concentration in creative writing.”
Yeah, aren’t we all. So how many times have you, you know,
done it?
I’m pulled apart, my interests travelling highway 2
my goals at a stop light at traffic hour,
my medical history on a billboard for the world to see.
But what about me?
Where’s the chance to say,
“I hang on to fistfuls of poetry like loose change in my pockets,
and I keep waiting for the day that the world turns upside down
so I can swim with the stars.
I’m not afraid of darkness, it’s a loneliness I can empathize with it.
It’s the blackholes like cigarette burns inside of me that get troublesome.
I walk through graveyards and read the dashes between years,
each a story I’ll never know. Sometimes I create my own.”
No one, none of us know who we are anymore.
”— Kelsey Danielle, “I Was Told to Write an About Me and This is What Happened” (via ignify)
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Mi papá tiene 47 años= my dad is 47 years old
Mi papa tiene 47 anos= my potato has 47 assholes
I love spanish
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can’t wait till we stop assigning gender to clothing and everyone starts wearing mage robes instead to increase their magicka
(via superhslevel-lonesiekarp)
security guards
In security
okay this is really precious
I WANT THIS
do you ever think that oliver wood was created for the sole purpose of innuendo
yes
even his name is an innuendo
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