The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was approximately the last time the Earth was inhabited by an entirely different set of people and if you don’t think that’s the realist shit ever then you can get right on outta town.
|Rebecca, age 8:||When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.|
|Terri, age 4:||Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.|
|Danny, age 7:||Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.|
|Nikka, age 6:||If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.|
|Elaine, age 5:||Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.|
|Chris, age 7:||Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.|
|Mary Ann, age 4:||Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.|
Tumblr was on the news this morning. They said that Tumblr is a bad place because it ‘promotes self harm’ they said because of the whole thigh gap thing going on. They said that Tumblr only has skinny, almost anorexic girls. Please, we’re all obsessed with bands, food, porn, and gay fictional couples.
everyone fucking reblog this
Clearly they don’t have a tumblr.
FACTS ABOUT THINGS:
- TUMBLR WAS GETTING TOO EXPENSIVE. THEIR OPTIONS WERE TO EITHER SELL IT OR SHUT IT DOWN.
- YAHOO SAYS THEY’RE GOING TO LET IT RUN AS AN INDEPENDENT BUSINESS. IN THEORY, NOTHING WILL CHANGE EXCEPT FOR WHO’S LEGALLY OWNING IT.
- NOW EVERYONE CALM DOWN.
what if someone wrote a book and the plot was basically amazing and the characters were awesome and at the end of the book, you’re dying to know what happens, all you see is a ripped page and the author actually did it on purpose and you’ll never know what happens because all the other published copies are like that too
calm down satan
Time to play a new game:
Make sure John Green doesn’t find the thing