Actually That'll Revive My Stress

Last night I saw a kid sitting in a corner crying.

I asked him what happened. He told me he didn't want to study and it was difficult and finals were approaching.

After that my parents caught the kid crying along with me.

Y'all post some celebrity birthday on yo dash like ya expecting them to pop in ya dms saying "hey there Delilah thanks for the wishes,but ya choosing my photo wrong"

Remember how Mark ruffalo stuck a poker card in Jesse’s pockets. In that situation how the fuck did he keep it l. I would probably throw it away. How the fuck do u check the pockets so much?

That's my daily fucking priority

Also we can only use about half of the total power of my senses. There are people who could use echolocation and fucking hear every single word in a room full of people.If we could utilize the total power of each of our senses we could be superhuman. But the only thing stopping me from becoming a fucking superhuman is that I am too lazy to get off Tumblr...

Ok listen closely.Humans can be fucking superheroes……..y? See our fucking mind utilises 10% of its full power - this is a fucking myth but I think so what they meant was humans can only control 10% of our body .I can’t fucking control their heartbeat and if I could possibly scale the highest peaks and deepest oceans. If I could control my fucking fat percentage i could eat a lot of burgers and pizzas and fucking walk around the entire Sahara desert. What the myth was that I could only control 10% of my body and if we could control the other 90% u know the entire world would be the flash.

Do u think that we could invent a device operated with batteries which could like toast a bread between our hands when we hold it. Like I would hold the bread between my toaster gloves and somehow switch on the toaster glove and boom a toaster bread

Sometimes girls have a face that God had to craft with 8 of her angels working at million dollars per hour and sculpting her face so neatly that they had to use a fucking microscope and had to light the fucking heaven on fire for lighting up her face

And here i sit crying look at that face

My cat whenever it decides to sleep on my lap.

If u were bald technically u could calculate the amount of hair on ur head.

Your iq is as low as the walking distance from ur eyes through your big ass forehead to your hair. Please don't use this as a pickup line.