Македонија на Македонците!
this is why all of this Kony shit made me mad. now its over and nobody cares again.
When you post something on the internet, it’s there forever. Just because you delete it, doesn’t mean its gone. Let’s make this a lesson, shall we?
You know you’re broke when you pass by an aluminum can and think, “Damn I should have picked that up!
Perfect? How do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, so why push to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people with agree is where you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway, when did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you—what is perfect.
but ahh tumblr, you distract me too much