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best friend: they fucking don't know harry potter they think j.k. rowling is the fucking character
best friend: let's bomb this school
Aug 19    + 6

Anonymous: Dear, I am indifferent towards you. You have a nice hair, though. You make me want to have a nice hair, too, but nah, me likes me hair. You should see my hair one day. Someday, I will take you to the barbershop. You + me = hair friends. If I saw you now I’d cringe. I want to bedazzle you, if that's fine. I would build a salon just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be the end of the world. We could hairflip under the stars. Love, Hairy Peter (P.S. Shave.)

this is love i luh u hairy peter 

Aug 18    + 2

WRITE ME A LETTER (anonymous or not)

tannedarms:

askboxmemes:

Dear ______,


I ____ you. You have a nice ______. You make me _______. You 

should _______. Someday I will ______. You + me = ________. 

If I saw you now I’d __________. I want to ________ you. I 

would build a _______ just 

for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. 

We could __________ under the stars. 

Love, 
_______________ 

(P.S. ______________.)

(via dontaskhernamee)

Aug 18    + 220093

ANON TEXT GAME

ekaylangako:

 

Rules : Message me your phone number on anon, I’ll text you for a week without knowing who you are or what you look like to only get to know your personality . At the end of the week you can send me a picture of you

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Aug 18    + 32407

Anonymous: tell us you haven't told anybody

One time, at band camp.. lol. During my 18th birthday party, I was told that everybody was looking for me, literally everyone down to my parents and their friends. I ditched my own party to make out with a girl on the backseat of my sister’s car. Yeap. 

Aug 17    + 10

I wanted you to love me but you couldn’t.

a.s., acceptation is a long trip (via mossyribs)

(via runningwdevils)

Aug 17    + 602

luneaticc:

“As the ashen clouds shielded me from the destructive and sultry sun, the concoction of smoke, exhausted by jeeps, and sweat, exuded by the little moving brown figures, lingered in the Manila air. On some occasions, one of the little moving figures would arch his head to the heavens and gaze at me.  I originally thought that these figures were marveling at my architectural beauty or historical essence. I realized only a few months back that they gaze at me not because of my sturdy magnificence, but due to my revolving hands and their offer which was the accuracy of time. They would always peer up at me, with one hand just a few inches above the brow, and discern what the pile of numbers and dots implied.  Since my realization, I pretended that they were saluting at me because I was so loved, because I always made sure that they were on time. I was angered by the train of thoughts clouding my head, of course, but what could I possibly do? I am nothing but a pile of dust, sand, and cement, erected and willed to last. I’ve withstood the strongest of winds and the harshest of rains.  Even so, the brown figures disarm me.”
- An Old City Hall’s Soliloquy | When In Manila series
Photography by Rowel x Prose by Tyra

My friend Tyra(@luneaticc), is an amazing writer. She’s incredible in every way possible and I love her to death. If you’re not following her, it’s a massive loss, I’ll tell you that.

luneaticc:

As the ashen clouds shielded me from the destructive and sultry sun, the concoction of smoke, exhausted by jeeps, and sweat, exuded by the little moving brown figures, lingered in the Manila air. On some occasions, one of the little moving figures would arch his head to the heavens and gaze at me.  I originally thought that these figures were marveling at my architectural beauty or historical essence. I realized only a few months back that they gaze at me not because of my sturdy magnificence, but due to my revolving hands and their offer which was the accuracy of time. They would always peer up at me, with one hand just a few inches above the brow, and discern what the pile of numbers and dots implied.  Since my realization, I pretended that they were saluting at me because I was so loved, because I always made sure that they were on time. I was angered by the train of thoughts clouding my head, of course, but what could I possibly do? I am nothing but a pile of dust, sand, and cement, erected and willed to last. I’ve withstood the strongest of winds and the harshest of rains.  Even so, the brown figures disarm me.

- An Old City Hall’s Soliloquy | When In Manila series

Photography by Rowel x Prose by Tyra

My friend Tyra(@luneaticc), is an amazing writer. She’s incredible in every way possible and I love her to death. If you’re not following her, it’s a massive loss, I’ll tell you that.

Aug 17    + 8

Years ago I learned a very cool thing about Robin Williams, and I couldn’t watch a movie of his afterward without thinking of it. I never actually booked Robin Williams for an event, but I came close enough that his office sent over his rider. For those outside of the entertainment industry, a rider lists out an artist’s specific personal and technical needs for hosting them for an event, anything from bottled water and their green room to sound and lighting requirements. You can learn a lot about a person from their rider. This is where rocks bands list their requirement for green M&Ms (which is actually a surprisingly smart thing to do). This is also where a famous environmentalist requires a large gas-guzzling private jet to fly to the event city, but then requires an electric or hybrid car to take said environmentalist to the event venue when in view of the public.
When I got Robin Williams’ rider, I was very surprised by what I found. He actually had a requirement that for every single event or film he did, the company hiring him also had to hire a certain number of homeless people and put them to work. I never watched a Robin Williams movie the same way after that. I’m sure that on his own time and with his own money, he was working with these people in need, but he’d also decided to use his clout as an entertainer to make sure that production companies and event planners also learned the value of giving people a chance to work their way back. I wonder how many production companies continued the practice into their next non-Robin Williams project, as well as how many people got a chance at a job and the pride of earning an income, even temporarily, from his actions. He was a great multiplier of his impact. Let’s hope that impact lives on without him. Thanks, Robin Williams- not just for laughs, but also for a cool example.

Brian Lord.org (via wonderwoundedhearers)

(Source: gypsy-hip, via pumpkin-puddleslover)

Aug 16    + 64436

luneaticc: Your writing gives me cancer - THE GOOD KIND and good cancers dont even exist im sayin u make things up and heal the world ♡♡♡

BITCH YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME AND YOU KNOW IT. 

^^^^^^^^^

everybody follow my main girl tyra!! she writes super good too mostly about her boyfriend and not about me which is sad

Aug 16    + 3

I love you and I swear, I’m going to die because of it.

a.s., when i told you that you ran way 

Aug 16    + 131

s.t.