My mom was born in 1969 so some of her usernames have a 69 at the end and I haven’t found an appropriate way to tell her why she can’t do this
WHY IS WALKING PAST STRANGERS SO STRESSFUL
“Why are all my flowers dead, I gave them water to help them live.
I hooked them up to iv bags and performed blood transfusions with my own liquids.
It’s as if they were in a head on collision, in a 12 car pile up on a highway in August. As if they laid upon the asphalt in the sun, withering to the bone, they pass.
Why are all my flowers dead.”
HOLY SHIT FUCK.
19k notes eh. I havent realized how many notes this thing has gotten. thanks for the recognition, now if only galleries would do the same.
are you talking about people, but using flowers instead bc if you are this just got 309% better and it was already perfect!
#i’m sure in 1986 that didnt sound as gay as it does now
May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.
I smiled. “Sure.”
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don’t want to seem overeager.
"Right, that’s why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I’m serious," he said.
"You don’t even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"
"But you don’t even have my phone number," he said.
"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."
He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other."
- John Green (The Fault in Our Stars)