i love people responding to their pets’ noises with ‘i know’
if I ever see a girl in public who is clearly going for something really bold with her look (crazy hair, makeup, outfit) and looks like she’s maybe uncomfortable or nervous about rocking it, I make sure to go up to her and tell her she looks fierce. It took a lot of courage to go out like that and somebody ought to notice.
changes lives. be sure to do that at least once a day.
you’re the type of person this world needs
The Fault in Our Stars national tour kicks off in New York City on Sunday, May 4th at 1:30pm EST. John Green and members of the cast will chat about the movie and announce the winning states of the Demand Our Stars tour.
To stream the event LIVE and watch it with nerdfighters in your area, register your own Tumblr Meet-up here. Make sure to include “TFIOS” in the “venue” line and register by Friday 4/25 to receive a kit full of Tumblr swag. (Meet-up kits for US meet-ups only)
lol the audio from my classroom is on Fox News. I feel so used. I was in a room that got recorded and put on Fox News. I need to take 8 showers to get off the filth.
what do u mean i don’t have a social life I just went grocery shopping with my mom
if i was in a fictional universe i wouldn’t be the main character i’d probably be that friend of the main character who lacks supernatural powers or special abilities but makes up for it with sarcasm and really lame one-liners
"When you go into the ER, one of the first things they ask you to do is to rate your pain on a scale of one to ten, and from there they decide which drugs to use and how quickly to use them. I’d been asked this question hundreds of times over the years, and I remember once early on when I couldn’t get my breath and it felt like my chest was on fire, flames licking the inside of my ribs fighting for a way to burn out of my body, my parents took me to the ER. A nurse asked me about pain, and I couldn’t even speak, so I held up nine fingers.
Later, after they’d given me something, the nurse came in and she was kind of stroking my hand while she took my blood pressure and she said, “You know how I know you’re a fighter? You called a ten a nine.”
But that wasn’t quite right. I called it a nine because I was saving my ten. And here it was, the great and terrible ten, slamming me again and again as I lay still and alone in my bed staring at the ceiling, the waves tossing me against the rocks and pulling me back out to sea so they could launch me again into the jagged face of the cliff, leaving me floating faceup on the water, undrowned "