(Source: princelegolas, via dontgofrodo)
(Source: princelegolas, via dontgofrodo)
I’m not sure how much you understand how crazy this is. I thought if I ever broke a bone it’d be falling down stairs, or tripping on my own feet on a sidewalk.
Instead, I did it playing the most BADASS sport on the planet after going head to head (quite literally) with a guy a foot and a half taller than me.
I mean, the head injury made me really confused, so I just kind of lay on the grass for a minute crying while me gym teacher checked to see if I was conscious, and I had no idea what was happening.
I couldn’t walk and I was super dizzy and people kept asking me questions and I didn’t know what they were saying and I was like a ball of confusion. Then my mom took me to the ER and the doctors were like “LOL YOU’RE SO CUTE. YOU GET A HEAD INJURY AND A BROKEN NOSE PLAYING RUGBY AND YOU’RE IN PIGTAILS AND A SKIRT. YOU’RE ALSO SO CONFUSED AND ADORABLE LET ME EXPLAIN TO YOU HOW TO MOVE YOUR LEGS AGAIN YOU ADORABLE LITTLE THING.”
Life is good. I’m in a lot of pain, and I’m super sleepy, but I feel pretty awesome.
(Source: the-shade-of-sonic-lipstick, via panic-at-221b)
My dad was sitting beside me on the computer and saw this folder
He asked me if it was a folder filled with ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’
I then proceeded to show him what was in it
He then walked away muttering something about me being pretentious
thank god I have my ‘erotic fanfiction about homosexuals’ in this folder tbh
Always have a decoy
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(Source: gilllan, via panic-at-221b)
nypl:
Walt Whitman was born on May 31, 1819. Happy birthday, you poet of the people! Explore the NYPL’s collection of Whitman Manuscripts here: http://ow.ly/bgLIN
Happy Birthday to the great American poet.
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