This is the hardest question I have ever had to answer. I will just write down five songs I enjoy a lot and I hope that will satisfy you, anonymous.
1) Where the Wild Things Are - Trey Rosenkampff
2) Samson - Regina Spektor
3) Little River - Tallest Man On Earth
4) Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right - Bob Dylan
5) The entire Garden State Soundtrack
My biggest regret is losing a friendship that meant a lot to me.
The grapefruit is good for people who enjoy the texture of oranges but also enjoy bitterness. A grapefruit does not taste like a grape. My opinion is that they taste good but I would not eat them if I had a cut in my mouth. I would not like to have either colored truck because I am not insecure about my penis size.
Print in black and white as often as you can to conserve colored ink. Ink actually costs almost twice as much human blood. My tip is to use colored ink only on pie charts. Thank you for the question.
Soon the signs would start appearing. THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED BARN IN AMERICA…
“No one sees the barn,” he said finally.
A long silence followed.
“Once you’ve seen the signs about the barn, it becomes impossible to see the barn.”
everyone in the world deserves a meera!!! :D
When I was about 9 years old, I went to a sleepaway camp and the first night there I started crying in bed. I wasn’t really sure if it was because I missed my family, my house, my own bed, or because I knew I was supposed to miss those things when I went away to sleepaway camp but I just cried. I cried quietly and into my pillow, but my counselor heard me anyway and she called me over to her bed and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I missed my home and she pulled out a tiny canister labeled “Homesick Pills”. She tipped it over and tapped a “homesick pill” into my hand and I ate it. It was a Tic-Tac. I knew it was a Tic-Tac. I felt better anyway.
I spent the rest of camp feigning familiarity with church songs everyone else seemed to know while actually mouthing “watermelon” over and over next to the campfire.
- Veronica: Do you know how long I've wanted to go to Stanford?
- Wallace: Since middle school?
- Veronica: Elementary, my dear Wallace. Do you know how long I've waited to say that?
my style can be described as “this smells clean” with a touch of “did anyone see me wear this yesterday”.
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.
The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea
And still the sea is salt” —A. E. Housman
there is no fucking easy way to feel like you’re worth something.
what do i get in return
the fastest word i can type is motherlode
I stared as a homeless man took parmesan from a table outside one of those trendy pizza places. He didn’t steal—it was only a handful. A taste, a dry taste. As he threw it back we locked eyes. 1, 2, 3 seconds. He stepped away, into the rain and the street.
I watched him cross as I took a bite from my slice of extra cheese and suddenly thought, what the hell is wrong with me.