My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
Guys…
The artist drew Pluto crying.
You’re obsessed with a celebrity? That’ll attract a guy.
I guess it takes Juan, to know Juan.
I really hate myself.
Seriously? Do you know how many bands and artists alone have recreated that stupid Beatles picture? And since when was the right to take a picture of any group of people walking down Abbey Road exclusively owned by the Beatles?
I’ve hated every band to walk that street. Not sure if street or bands themselves…
(Source: dareyounottolaugh)
(Source: madeupmonkeyshit)
Everything sucks. All we have left is dreaming.
Ode to Illusive Dreams (via odetoillusivedreams)
(Source: successfulfailure)
me: does 5 situps
me: where are my abs
