What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Earlier today I dropped my phone in a bowl of ohn no khao swe and now my phone is semi-broken. I made this photo to relieve my anger.
The truth is, unless you let go, unless you forgive yourself, unless you forgive the situation, unless you realize that that situation is over, you cannot move forward. — (via mahalkitax3)
I spilled syrup everywhere in our hotel room while we were in Dayton, Ohio. The maids were pretty pissed, so we left a little letter and some syrup with the tip. I’m never gonna forget this. LOL.
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Pokemon jokes are still cool
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OH MY GOSH WTF. xD
OH MY GOD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
i wish a massive pigeon would tackle me!!!
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