FridaySeptember

You can own the earth and still all you’ll own is earth until you can paint with all the colours of the wind πŸπŸƒπŸ‚πŸŒΏ

You can own the earth and still all you’ll own is earth until you can paint with all the colours of the wind πŸπŸƒπŸ‚πŸŒΏ

crofefs:

i love how there is no comments on this everyone just gets the reference

crofefs:

i love how there is no comments on this everyone just gets the reference

(Source: lordheck, via guccier)

Rest in peace Robin Williams. You are the greatest icon of my childhood πŸ˜₯❀

Rest in peace Robin Williams. You are the greatest icon of my childhood πŸ˜₯❀

My kangaroo kitty πŸ˜‚ I buy all these toys and she plays with a stick. #nochristmasgiftsforyouagain #lovemyrajahkins #funnycat

ifollowyourdog:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

Oh my god this hit me hard

ifollowyourdog:

fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.

Oh my god this hit me hard

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