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I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON! MAIS OUI! C’EST UNE…
It’s 2013 so that means that a lot of the kids born in 2000 are just starting their weaboo phase.
i’m gonna fUCKIN CRY
If I could go back and hug anyone ever it would be him, his story was so tragic
uh idk about the first one, but the second one i don’t think is true
he accidentally ate paint all the time because artists often lick the end of their brushes in order to get it to a fine point for details. He happened to paint with a lot of yellow
also, he was crazy from all the paint he consumed since that shit is dangerous
the principal at my school made an announcement yesterday that the girls need to start covering up and then i found this in the hallway
And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
(x)You know when you read something that’s so accurate that you don’t know how to words?
Yeah.How I feel almost every night. D:
