we're the new face of failure

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samantha. new york. 16. nerd fighter. whovian. potter head

petewetnzmpreg:

blogging is the most fun a girl can have without doing her homework

vampireswillbutthurtyou:

hEY BATTER BATTER HEY BATTER BATTER SWINNNNNG

I’VE GOT TO JUST DO MY THING

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listenupdickprince:

dysenterygay:

how to make delicious chocolate milkshake

screams

• Teacher: C'mon guys! You did this in 3rd grade!
• Student: I don't even remember what I had for dinner last night you fucking whore

ralphdgamf:

starkidwholived:

kimburrit0:

I was helping my little brother

Where the fuck does jack come from

That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.

I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.  

You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?

multiplybyzero:

this is hilarious