Harvard student faces deportation →
etmm: SIGN PETITION Mark Farrales fled to the United States with his family to seek political asylum after the life of Mark’s father, a prominent lawyer who spoke out against government corruption, was threatened by two gunshots to the head in 1990. Mark Farrales’ father, Jaime, had just announced a bid for congress during that time. Mark was only ten years old when he left the Philippines....
i know you’re sick, and i know that it makes you more grumpy than your usual self. but thank you, for being you. a creature of love and understanding. ha, and gas. curl up next to me darling. sleep your troubles away. i’ll hold you when you cough, i’ll wipe your frown lines away. i’ll sit here while you slumber. and i’ll be here when you wake. love you darling. ...
why do people hate justin bieber? what’s the big deal? the kid can sing, what’s all the hype about? i’m so lost.
Is that Oprah? Is she giving away shit? I hate Oprah. How come she didn’t...– Dad, on Oprah’s latest give away show.
sokka: my first girlfriend turned into the moon.
zuko: ...that's rough buddy.
gravityfloats: I wish people looked like their personalities. aye.
grimdark-misandrist asked: hahaha, ok :) i'll try to put something together. you probably won't like ALL of it, but it's a good place to begin.
i just realized
that in my quest to become a more fashionable person, I have created a small decent wardrobe, full of a whole bunch of stuff that doesn’t match. and i’m as broke as ever. brilliant, I am. just freakin brilliant.
A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate, “Suicide...– Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell (via afrikinluvfashion) How about we change the world we live in so people don’t have to believe that suicide is the only way out. I for one would prefer to live in a world where this argument is completely irrelevant. There’s my vote.
Reblog this if you run down the stairs holding...
afrikinluvfashion: i thought i was the only one. i Swear, Tumblr people just understand me. but never at track practice. because pain is for the weak there!
but one of us has to pretend we’re not scared, and weary, and believe that everything is going to be alright in the end. and I read a lot so I’m pretty great at playing pretend. So I got this one darling. just don’t leave the room. cuz then i’ll play both parts.
tophaloaf: Whenever my girlfriend leaves my house, she makes me stand at my door and watch her walk to her car in case of Death Eaters/Dementors. Harry may be the Boy Who Lived, but I’m the Luckiest Boy Alive :-)
Anonymous asked: Where are those grey pants that you posted a picture from?
this makes me smile