Yo Same I Never Liked Bread Crusts And My Grandma Told Me They Would Make My Hair Curly If I Ate Them

Yea sure  ∠( ∂ ω ∂ 」∠)＿

Jesus fucking christ I was on some emo shit

This life is a monotonous cycle of suffering. I arise each morning exhausted to spend the day with unpleasant company doing unpleasant work. I return home only to suffer through more numbing work, and it matters not whether I have the time to enjoy myself, for I am too tired to do much more. It repeats day after day, week after week, with only a small pause, a brief reprieve, to give me a taste of what I cannot have. A taunting, teasing, reprieve. Not long enough to offer me the salvation I long for, only just enough to keep me going. Keeping me trapped in the cycle, keeping me conscious through the punishment.

W

What?

Yo what the fuck

"I swear to God if you try to cremate our pets in the oven one more time it'll be the last thing you do"

Guys I need help from the deep depths of tumblr

What are some weird motives for murder?

I need this for writing purposes I promise

Okay, so apparently there are only 200 employees that work on tumblr and with around 452 mil blogs that’s like one employee per 2.2 mil users 

man, if this place is a jungle that’s probably because that’s a lot of freaking kids for one babysitter woah

Oh shit they back they cursed

Resolution Progress

France: This year, I promise to be less of a slut.

Russia: That’s the same thing you said last year.

France: No, but I have progress! Last year, I can fit seven fireworks in my ass, but now, I can only fit four!

England, shaking: How the bloody fuck did you measure that?

I think a lot about how kids think they don’t like learning and about how wrong they are about it.

Kids love learning. They’re biologically hardwired to love learning. They just think they hate it because half of what gets taught in schools is irrelevant to real life and not hands-on activities.

Kids might say they hate school and learning. But like ask any kid if they want to be shown how to make fire turn green. Ask any kid if they know about real life Dracula. Ask any kid if they want to hear about how strong a tiger is. They’ll want to learn about it.

When I was in third grade, my entire class started this weird black market inside our desks where everybody sold different things and we used broken pencil leads as currency. I sold pet erasers I think, they were just erasers with faces drawn on them. Obviously we got in trouble and weren’t allowed to do it anymore, but imagine if our teacher had stopped our boring curriculum to teach us about economics through the lens of the weird businesses we had created? It would have been amazing. We would have loved it.

Kids don’t hate learning. School is just bad.

I needed practice drawing abs so here's an absolutely shredded Alfred