Here’s my first tattoo: “a word is elegy to what it signifies.” It’s a line from Robert Hass’s “Meditation at Lagunitas,” http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177014.
i hate how lazy i am, but im too lazy to do anything about it
(Source: hummelberry)
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Guys who can play tennis well are so fucking sexy.
Other people during finals:
YES. DIS BE ME. RIGHT NOW. Physiology final tomorrow and I don’t know shiiiiiit.
Me during finals:
(Source: marcinhates)
“cap”
“cap”
“what is it bruce”
“hulk like cap smell”
“bruce, please stop”
“does hulk smell patriotism”
“stawp Bruce.”
“Dat’s gay”
“I thought we were science buddies Bruse.”
“what happened to us?’
“what am I doing here?”
“what’s gay?”
“the fuck is this?”
“the fuck is that?”
“help”
(Source: ariannestark)
