this other time in the eighth grade there was a fire alarm so the teacher marched us out onto the front lawn and we waited there for like three minutes and we were all like ”what the heck where is the rest of the people in this darn 2400 kid school” and that’s when we realized
it wasn’t a fire drill
it was a tornado drill
if that was real we would be dead we would all be freaking dead
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
Ernest Hemingway (via 0cean-depths)
(Source: henretta84)
can someone please love me and not be a liar
(Source: arfie)
