Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.”
today in art class a guy made a dick out of clay and when the art teacher was walking around she stopped in front of him and stared at it and just said “it doesn’t look very accurate” and walked away
all the guys at our table were like “how does she know what a dick look like” and she said
“i’m sixty years old and married and have three kids”
The real question is why couldn’t a boy make an accurate dick.
Our christmas tree is better than your christmas tree
December Book Challenge - Day 10: Favorite POV
Death — The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
"Please be calm, despite that previous threat. I am all bluster—I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result."