On Easter, we had this tradition where an old man down the road would paint little ‘bunny’ prints along the sidewalk, as well as up to the door of every house where a child lives…and he’s done this every year, without fail, since before I was born.
Over the summer, that old man passed away, so no one in their right mind expected to see the tracks this year. However, when I woke up- there they were!
Turns out that his eighteen year old grandson (who happens to be known as the badass of our school) got up at three this morning and spent four hours- by himself -painting the prints; just to make sure that the neighborhood kids wouldn’t be disappointed.
My faith in our generation = restored.
Life goals or wife goals
Omg, Stick It
I forget how gay I am till I’m around a bunch of straight people.
Six complaints to the BBC about last Saturday’s same-sex kiss on Doctor Who.
Over eight hundred complaints about the Great British Bake Off’s baked Alaska scandal.
I love this country.
Nwsl crew is here
I can relate to this
just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time
it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness
This is the best one I’ve seen
I’d just like to point out that the paper says “the louder they laugh, the harder it is for them to hear you cry” and that breaks my heart