some days you can’t tell whether its six in the morning or six at night. some days you don’t give a shit. some days the light doesn’t leave the room.
f uck this is beautiful
You never know how much they say “Wildcats” in High School Musical til you have to drink everytime they do.
I’m reblogging this not because they say Wildcats a lot but because we’re acting on the assumption that people who are old enough to drink sit around playing drinking games to HSM and that’s beautiful.
"There is something inherently valuable about being a misfit. It’s not to say that every person who has artistic talent was a social outcast, but there is definitely a value for identifying yourself differently and being proud that you are different."
please just watch this
"It’s one second." I said
"It can’t possibly be that great."
I was wrong.
sassy english teachers are the best because they’re beyond sarcastic and somehow always end up insulting the kid that you hate and everyone else likes
I write sins not cosines or tangents
if i can’t imagine them doing the dishes together, i can’t ‘ship it. that’s it. that’s the real litmus test for me. “would one of them do the dishes while the other one’s checking the fridge for leftovers that were left over too long” if i can imagine them doing this, i’m in