Land of the free home of the rich
What really scares me is that they all have significantly cheaper health care AND education, which means Americans not only make they least, they pay the most.
One of my residents told me yesterday that she wishes she could be perpetually happy like I am.
It breaks my heart to hear the people I care about admit that they’re regularly unhappy.
It breaks my heart more that I’m not nearly as happy as they think I am.
But it’s a small comfort to know that someone can’t see all the cracks. To a handful of people, I am whole. More than that. I am their little ray of sunshine.
Have you ever been weirdly proud of a skill someone has which, in reality, ought to make you question his life choices?
That’s how I feel about this.
Meet my boyfriend.
I know the answer, but I can’t stop laughing.
Help. I can’t.
"He’s horny, he’s hungry, he’s here for me. So I blow him, I feed him, and I’m here, too."
I have lovely friends.
We all know that feeling, vending machine
I will never forgive Veronica Roth for the ending of Allegiant.
It’s like she didn’t know what to do to end it, so she injected the world with sunshine and rainbows, but made sure at least one thing was sad enough to cover it up.
There was so much potential. Wasted.
Does anyone else think it’s ironic that Jason Derulo uses the formal ‘no habla ingles’ to say ‘you don’t speak English’ as if he’s showing the girl any amount of respect?
I won’t lie. It’s a catchy tune. I totally sing along in the car. But he clearly should’ve just cut to the chase and used ‘hablas’.