My name is Sara, and I am a Nobody.These are things I feel, like, created, remembered, etc. Not that anyone cares anyway.
Seriously though, this is absolutely incredible. This 4 year old has better fashion sense already than I ever have in my entire 21 years of living.
All right everybody, party at my house this weekend. Come on over and join me in Completely And Relentlessly destroying my freaking printer!!! Why, you might ask? Because hes a selfish jerk and a complete asshole who only lives to make my life a living hell. “Oh, you want to print in straight lines?” he asks. “I don’t think so, I’m gonna print in jaggedy fucking random ass formations so that it looks like you typed this thing in frieken hieroglyphics.” “Oh you only want to print one little measly page,” he taunts. “Sure, but I’m only going to print the very tippity tops of the lines.” Oh, and whats worse, is that my printer is a good for nothing, rotten inkaholic. All he ever wants is more ink, More Ink, MORE FRIEKEN INK!! Even if I’ve just changed a cartridge hes like, “Mmm, yep. I’m thirsty again.” I’ve had it buddy. Your ass is grass. So this Saturday, I’m throwing a frieken party, and I’m gonna let everyone take turns swinging a bat at it like hes a flippin pinata. And when we’re done, we are going to burn the sucker.
I think I’m done sounding like a psycho.
No one goes through life without pain- of this I’m certain. The price for joy is sadness. The price for having is loss. You can moan and whine about this and play the victim-many do- but it’s just the way it is.
Richard Paul Evans // Miles to Go // The Walk Series: Journal 2
Calvin and Hobbes (via -explosive)
You actually put this into words