basing a foreign speaker’s intelligence on how fluent they are in a foreign language is so ignorant
As my dad always says, “Anyone who speaks with an accent knows one more language than you.”
Deleting all comments because only in this site you will find people throwing shit at a 17 year old boy who has voluntarily fed 80'000 people by starting his own business because he has a very particular idea lf masculinity which happens to threat only people with paper feelings.
His business has a line of ‘SheCans’ with names like ‘Unstoppable’, ‘Awesome’, ‘Fearless’ and ‘Beautiful’.
Anyone who is bitter about this kid’s business needs to step back and reevaluate their life.^^
Reblogging again because of that commentalso this article is misleading. there is nothing on the site that says the lad was “sick of his sister’s flowery candles” he got the idea from his sister who was selling them for a school fundraiser and wanted more scents that appealed to him, as the overwhelming majority of scented candles are marketed towards women.
sometime in the near future you will wake up at 3AM beside the person you love most in the world; wearing next to nothing, you will touch their cheek and they will sleepily pull you closer. the sky will be pink and gold and reflecting onto your love’s bare back. you will feel safe and secure.
I am both of these people
Same.
“So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that’s not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad.”— John Green
““Did you love him?” She thought for a moment. “Yes.” “Then…why?” She sighed. “Because it was rotten love. A love pushed well past its expiration date. It was ugly and sour and spiteful and exhausting. It was hopeless…it was unsalvagable. “We got to the point where we both knew it was over but we played dumb, half in denial, half waiting for the other person to speak up, all the while wondering: which would be worse? To be trash, or the one who takes out the trash? “And in the end, it really didn’t matter. “It hurts all the same.””— Sunflower girl . V.L. When love becomes garbage
““He still asks about you, you know.” She gets a pang of longing and hurt in her chest. “I know.” She whispers “Do you ever think about getting in contact again?” She’s silent for a moment. “I would love nothing more than to run to him.” She says, smiling, thinking back to him. “But so much happened. So much hurt. I was broken after it ended. I can’t risk having to say goodbye again, it destroyed me for a long time. So would I want to? I would love nothing more. Will I? No.””—
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
Reblogging this once more because my mom and I legitimately laughed to tears.
this is my favorite video on the internet
mental health tip: save this video. watch it when you’re sad. it’s the best goddamn thing on the internet
“She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.”— Nikita Gill
last night my mom was like “you know what? you should go to law school, you’d be a great lawyer” and all i can picture is lawyer-me making fart noises with my mouth every time the opposing lawyer tries to talk
earth sign antics
“I want a relationship where we can get drunk at midnight, just the two of us and sit up talking and making out all night, and go to the beach at four in the morning. I want someone who’s down for adventure. I want someone who will go camping with me, and boating and fishing, and travel. I want someone who wants me for life. I want passion that doesn’t burn out.”
-to all the couples out there
makeout with me in our underwear while we watch Netflix