I'm Kelsey.
I like Harry Potter, Hunger Games, and PC.
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Atelophobia
So you all know why we’re here. We need a teacher. A proper teacher. One who’s had experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts.
These are not chips.
They are crisps.
These are chips.
That is all.
we don’t care
#DON’T TELL ME WHAT MY FOOD IS
THIS IS A VEGETABLE
BECAUSE WE LIVE IN AMERICA
These are chips
and these are chips too
That is all.
who the fuck cares about chips and fries and vegetables when you can have bagged milk
you win this round, canada.
Dying.
Dead.
OMFG
I’m dying.
(Source: onelifelefttolivetoforgive, via miraze)
“Look again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. ”
― Carl Sagan, Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space
(Source: slaves-shall-serve, via emily31194)
