gonnaslapabitch:

obisham:

gatewaylesbian:

hannahisawful:

higgitusfiggitus:

Today my mom wasn’t home, so my eight year old sister asked me to set some words for her so she could write her daily sentences. I knew she did them every day, but I’ve never bothered to read them before.

My sister is a lot of things. She’s extremely smart, fairly quiet, and absolutely hilarious. But today I learned two new things about her:

a) my sister does not have a way with the written word

b) my sister is addicted to crack cocaine

I don’t know what the fuck she’s smoking but I want in on it sweet baby jesus I did not know what to do with myself while I was reading some of these

what is wrong with her

I don’t even understand what some of these mean









(things you should know: I am natalie, and her “silkys” are two little silk & velveteen blankets she’s slept with since she was born.)

oh my god

“I intended for my plan to go this way”

“I am beginning to be a horse” omg

(via thelastelement)

alyxandraboleyn:

interrobang-ler:

how to be a writer

  • start to write something
  • pause and read over what you have so far
  • cringe
  • backspace everything
  • exit out of your computer
  • cry on the floor

(via thelastelement)

-thefadedpicture:

“You’re gonna think I’m really nerdy now after I answer this. When I was 13 years old, I had a hobby that is not…I don’t know. Everyday when I would get home from school, if I wasn’t writing songs I would make Popsicle stick houses and castles and mansions out of Popsicle sticks, and I would glue gun them together with a glue gun. And I had these teeny tiny little felt bears that would live in these Popsicle houses, and one day I was making a Popsicle house, it had a slide and everything it was awesome. A swing set…the whole deal. And I got a little too overzealous with the glue gun, it fell right onto my leg. I was like ‘Oh, ouch’ pulled it right off my leg and was like ‘Woah, that’s gonna be a scar!’ ….please don’t stop listening to my music because I told you this story.”

-thefadedpicture:

You’re gonna think I’m really nerdy now after I answer this. When I was 13 years old, I had a hobby that is not…I don’t know. Everyday when I would get home from school, if I wasn’t writing songs I would make Popsicle stick houses and castles and mansions out of Popsicle sticks, and I would glue gun them together with a glue gun. And I had these teeny tiny little felt bears that would live in these Popsicle houses, and one day I was making a Popsicle house, it had a slide and everything it was awesome. A swing set…the whole deal. And I got a little too overzealous with the glue gun, it fell right onto my leg. I was like ‘Oh, ouch’ pulled it right off my leg and was like ‘Woah, that’s gonna be a scar!’ ….please don’t stop listening to my music because I told you this story.

(via im-living-the-fangirl-thuglife)

  • Peeta: Katniss
  • Peeta: I'm in love with you
  • Peeta: Now let me sing you the song of my people
  • Peeta: CURRY ON MY WAYWARD BUNNNNN
  • Peeta: THERE'LL BE TOAST WHEN YOU ARE DONE
  • Peeta: LAY YOUR WEARY BREAD TO REST
  • Peeta: DON'T YOU RYE NO MORE
  • parents: why are you failing school
  • me: check my faq
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