im surprised no one has ever punched me in the face
doctor: I’m afraid you have a rare disease called onomatopoeia
patient: is it serious?
doctor: it’s just as bad as it sounds
girls all go to the bathroom together because that’s where we rap battle
|—||Leslie Knope (via pokec0re)|
Hands down the hardest I’ve faced in the past 4 years. Not “How did he die” or even “Why were you on bad terms”. No, the hardest question I’ve ever had to answer was “Did you love him?” As if that’s an easy question to answer. Did I ever say those words to him? No. Did it hurt so bad to say his name for 2 years that I did everything in my power to avoid it, just so I wouldn’t have to feel the hole in my chest? Yes. How do you even know what love is at 18/19? You don’t have any idea of what it means to love someone at that age. What I can say to that question though… would it hurt this bad if I didn’t love him? 4 years later and I still feel the hole. I still feel a sharp pain course through me at the mention of his name. So… Did I love him? Well… What does it matter now, right?
Probably the most relevant Shel Silverstein poem there is
why the fuck does everyone in the purge movies want to kill people if crime was legal i’d find a way to erase my student debt and also probably steal a bunch of new clothes