103 notes haha all my homework as an English major…

haha all my homework as an English major…

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John Green: What To Do With Your Life (x)

17,000 notes? That’s insane.

(I just imagined a world in which tumblr reblogs could be exchanged for the weird circular baby cheese that Henry eats every day, and then I would have like a lifetime supply of that surprisingly expensive baby cheese. BUT NO.)

John you’re almost at 90,000 notes.  You sure you’d want that much weird baby cheese?

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one of my best days at Tufts thus far. 

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thank you Jesus!

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snickerdoodles or die <3

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It’s not what you get, it’s not what you give, it’s not what you wrap or how much torn paper fills the garbage bags behind the coffee cups that balance on the arms of couches.  It’s not the receipts or honey glazed ham.  It’s not the thank you notes unwritten or the heat from the stove, burning bright.  It’s not the carols or the “Christmas Story” repeating on TBS.  It’s not the Scrooge, it’s not the Grinch, it’s not the Tiny Tim or the Charlie Brown.  It’s the magic.  It’s the magic and it’s always been the magic.  It’s the belief despite it all.  It’s the not sleeping a wink all Christmas Eve because morning cannot come soon enough.  It’s the thought that Maybe, just maybe, you Did hear hooves on the rooftop.  It’s the warmth and the soft glow of lights.  It’s the magic.  It’s always been the magic.
Frozen Flakes on Christmas Light Bokeh (by TylerKnott)

tylerknott:

It’s not what you get, it’s not what you give, it’s not what you wrap or how much torn paper fills the garbage bags behind the coffee cups that balance on the arms of couches.  It’s not the receipts or honey glazed ham.  It’s not the thank you notes unwritten or the heat from the stove, burning bright.  It’s not the carols or the “Christmas Story” repeating on TBS.  It’s not the Scrooge, it’s not the Grinch, it’s not the Tiny Tim or the Charlie Brown.  It’s the magic.  It’s the magic and it’s always been the magic.  It’s the belief despite it all.  It’s the not sleeping a wink all Christmas Eve because morning cannot come soon enough.  It’s the thought that Maybe, just maybe, you Did hear hooves on the rooftop.  It’s the warmth and the soft glow of lights.  It’s the magic.  It’s always been the magic.

Frozen Flakes on Christmas Light Bokeh (by TylerKnott)