
Ñam ñam ñam
History prefers legends to men. It prefers nobility to brutality, soaring speeches to quite deeds. History remembers the battle, but forgets the blood. However history remembers me before I was a President, it shall only remember a fraction of the truth…
(Source: swordofice, via timburtonsblog)
Friday, I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so come dinner time when I finally ate something, I took a huge sip of my baja blast mountain dew only to be confronted with the horrible fact that I now have some kind of exposed nerve on the right side of my mouth now.
I AM STARVING I CAN’T EAT OR DRINK ANYTHING WITHOUT WANTED TO DIE BECAUSE IT HURTS MY TEETH SO BAD.
Steampunk Drawings

(Source: nikkicupcakinn, via howzahricametobe)
Paint me into miracles
with swirls about my hair,
run brushes through your fingertips
so all the paintings stare.
Etch color onto cheekbones
and define jaw lines in gray,
swoop curves along my outline
before my paint can drip away.
I entered to have a private screening for the ALVH movie.
And I was thinking about how awesome it would be to win.
And then I remembered I don’t have 49 friends in my home town.
And then I remembered I couldn’t come up with 49 friends in this country.

I had pizza and cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
Because I am the epitome of healthy living.