| me: | walks out of bathroom with laptop |
| mom: |
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
(Source: malibluecloa, via masseyp)
I feel so awkward when I show other people something I thought was funny and I’m like crying and can’t breathe because I’m laughing so hard and they just kind of smile at me like
(via thedailynipple)
(Source: eisenblergs)
We evolve into a product of society.
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