There’s an end to every storm. Once all the trees have been uprooted, once all the houses have been ripped apart. The wind will hush. The clouds will part. The rain will stop. The sky will clear in an instant. And only then, in those quiet moments after the storm… Do we learn who was strong enough to survive it?
im so ugly its like god was playing the sims and he clicked the randomize button
someone fucking gets it
ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES
Hello kitty is changing it up I see
The Script - For the First Time
We’re smiling but we’re close to tears,
Even after all these years,
We just now got the feeling
That we’re meeting for the first time
- my friends: how does it feel to dedicate your life to a fictional character who isn't real
- me: pretty fucking great actually thanks
She seriously doesn’t age.