G R E E N D A L E S E V E N Appreciation Week(s)
DAY NINE: Annie Edison Love day
-After my nervous breakdown, my mom wanted to put the problem behind us, and I wanted to deal with it, so I went to rehab, and she cut me off.
-What are you living on?
-I saved. Every penny from babysitting, every birthday check, every dollar from the Period Fairy when I was a kid.
this is why the world is beautiful, maybe its just me but i find this cool as fuck
"Your kid says hi." -The sun
Too mind bending not to reblog!
i feel like this is exactly what Vincent Van Gogh saw and now i am crying
I am the m o c k i n g j a y
does anyone else realize how gross that paint would look though? I mean that shit’s gonna blend together instantly unless you meticulously wash your brush after each stroke. And then you’ll end up being a sad artist with paint the color of leprechaun diarrhea.