when real life's

“i don’t understand what’s happening in palestine so i won’t comment on it” of course you don’t understand. most of us will never understand what it’s like to go for months without electricity, without water, without literal food. most of us won’t understand what it’s like talking to loved ones at lunch and then having to witness their bodies in body bags by dinner. no, you will never understand what that feels like—but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t care. that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t educate yourself. that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t donate. there’s only one thing uglier than willful ignorance—and that’s willful ignorance borne from selfishness and a severe lack of compassion. if you care anything about humanity as a concept, palestine should be your problem regardless of who you are, where you live, or where you’re from.

¿Dónde está el botón para repetir las noches en donde fui extremadamente feliz?

Oh are you going to cry? That's the best part, so don't cover your eyes from me, don't you want me to see how much of a cry baby you are?

the worst part about washing dishes is having to jack off all the silverware

she let me hit cause i support my public library

i Know antipasto means appetizer but i still like to believe that it refers to pasta’s archnemesis