I'm Bob. I like yellow because it's one of the little things that can brighten your day. Don't worry be happy.

 

wikipedianna:

truestoriesaboutme:

aflo:

guerrillatech:

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posting this on twitter will get you put into witness protection

The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.

The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.

greelin:

pros of putting laundry away immediately after it is dry

  • less wrinkles
  • yayyyy organization
  • it is done

cons

  • right now you have to do it. Right fucking now. nightmare world hell on earth torture realm pain and suffering and carnage

demigods-posts:

can we please discuss how percy asks annabeth to kiss him in tlo? and then annabeth tells him that she’ll consider it if he survives the war? and then she proceeds to fight to keep him alive? to the point of taking a poison knife to the arm to protect him? and then she goes to find him after the war? and intiates the kiss? homegirl had goals.

lesbianomens:

i refuse to join more social media websites. if all the ones i’m on die, i hope i can recover my teenage self’s ability to read a book a day instead

nateconnolly:

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.