how many books has James Patterson written because there are 113 in the library I work at. how. does this man ever sleep???
edit: just found like 10 more
edit: there’s like 200 just in my library
my dad is watching the real time with bill maher show and I just heard the stupidest thing. He says something like ‘gen z doesn’t know what 9/11 is because they’re too young. they don’t care. their 9/11 is when Kim kardashians ass broke the…’ (not word for word but the just of it). I mean wtf kinda thing is that to say? He’s saying like we haven’t lived through all the discriminating aftermaths of 9/11. how can he stand there and say (joke??) that gen z doesn’t care when, if anything, we probably are one of the ones who care most about it. We were born right after it happened we grew up with all the negative aftermath of that tragic day we care about all the shit that went down. I know he was being comedic but I think he pushed it too far. gen z is the revolutionary generation and to say that we don’t care about something as terribly sad as 9/11 and replacing it with Kim k’s ass is insulting. Rest In Peace to everyone who lost their lives in 9/11.
is it just me or does 2016 kinda feel like a fever dream?
Like there was the big election that seemed like it was advertised way more than any other election we’d had before
then there was the killer clown thing that we did nothing about
that weird app between vine and tik tok was popular called musical.ly or something
there were like no bigger artists that put out music (except for maybe Ariana grande I think) so we were just kind of bopping to weird rappy-hip pop songs that nobody really knew the names of the artists who made them
I’m not even gonna start on the god awful make up trends I’m mean Jesus Christ
everyone was still coping from the loss of one direction.
Like that was a weird ass year
important! reblog please!
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too.
minors in a fandom to a ship between people that have a huge age gap: we do not ship this 😤🙅🏽♀️!! This is illegal
minors in a fandom to a character who is played by someone in their late 30s-40s: That is the hottest mf I’ve ever seen and we are getting married even though there’s a 25 year age gap
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
marauders favorite Taylor swift albums-
prongs: Fearless (Taylor’s version), Lover, Speak Now, debut, midnights, ttpd
moony: Folklore, Evermore, Red (Taylor’s Version), ttpd
padfoot: reputation, 1989, red (Taylor’s version), speak now, midnights, ttpd
wormtail: none, he thinks it’s not masculine
just my opinion tho
nobody:
winter soldier fanfic writers describing the winter soldier: 🎶ra-ra-rasputin Russia’s greatest love machine 🎶
honestly, my biggest flex in life is that my middle name is Anna and harry styles had a song called Anna. Life has not been any better than when I realized this achievement
[medieval times]
teenage villager: *sends letter through carrier pigeon to a friend*
friend: *doesn’t respond*
teenage villager: i hate being left on delivered