Reblog if you’re shorter than 5’8.

Just in case you weren’t on the moon last night. This is what earth looked like from the moon’s perspective 
you cut your hair?

Noooo it’s just pulled back in a ponytail. It’s still growing.

PSA I changed my icon it’s actually me now instead of Marina and The Diamonds.


As you stare at your menu, filled with many delicious options and various paths for your hunger to meander down, you are projected into your own perceived future and you can see yourself, in your mind’s eye, happy. You see yourself completed, full. Gone are the hunger pains, gone is the stress over which item you will settle on. You are at peace. One with the diner. Unfortunately, this decision that feels so important now, the decision on what to eat, is a waste of time. It does not ultimately matter what you choose and whether you get fries with that. We let self-importance shade our decision-making process, when in reality, our actions are akin to a pebble being dropped into sands at the shore. The impact is made, but temporarily. There is no ripple effect as there would be with the same pebble dropped into a pool or water. And as the tide resets itself, as our species continues on, that tiny impact in the sand is lost, washed away. So who cares which menu item you settle on? Life will go on regardless, uninterrupted, making way for us to carry out our primary function as a species; to use and destroy. Your decisions on what to eat are of no consequence. Plus, everything is awesome at Denny’s… So you can’t really go wrong anyway.

Somebody at dennys is just really pissed off about people who take a long time to decide on their order.


*packs a bong* see im not gunna rip it cause its a metaphor. *holds it to my mouth and makes saxophone noises* the real high is life




youre hot

My prof made fun of Lindsay Lohan today throughout the lecture for her struggles, especially for going to rehab and trouble with the law. I became really upset. I wanted to yell at him in a class of 400, but I felt too uncomfortable. Addiction is NOT something to joke about. I think I’m going to send him an angry yet respectful email.