- (via conelradstation)
alright, put the money in the bag….
PUT IT IN
umm, you’re facing the wrong way, sir
ALRIGHT, GIVE ME THE MONEY
idk man it just makes me so so so sad when you’re watching a cutiepie talk about their passion like when they light up and start bubbling over with words and then all of a sudden they stop themselves and say stuff like “sorry, i know this is boring” or “sorry i just got excited”
like you know somewhere in their life someone they respected told them “shut up nobody cares” and ever since they can’t talk about their favorite things without apologizing every 5 seconds
can the united states just chill for one day
All I want to do is sit on a throne at my palace, sipping sheen chay, without my pyala ever going tasha, listening to pukhto music and having khaista alakan athaaning it out for me all day.
do you ever wanna listen to music but every song is just not the right song
Do not ground your child because you caught them putting a cigarette flame to their wrist.
Do not discipline your child because they have cuts on their thighs.
Do not threaten to put your child in a mental institution because their only escape is self-harm.
Do not teach your children that if they open up to you about the scars on their bodies, the only thing they will get in return is punishment.
Someone finally said it