I can’t wait for the day that instead of “It’s late, I have to go.” you will say “It’s late, let’s go to bed.”
this will always be my favorite post
me all the time
I lost count of how many times I’ve reblogged this.
There’s a blind boy in one of my English teacher’s classes and last week our assignment was to write poetry about nature… this is what he turned in:
Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
I can’t see.
Classmate: How can you celebrate Christmas if you don't believe in God?
Me: How can you celebrate Valentine's Day if no one likes you?