british person: *eats some brand of food* wow this tastes ok.
british person: wonder if theyve got this shit in america
british person: better make a tumblr post about this glorified piece of nutrition.
one solitary american: whats that
every single british blogger: omg no fukkin way mate how do u poor americans live without malt dipped paper wafers whooaaaah we’re superior *sings dr. who theme*
And when you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.
And I’m choosing you
if you want a nice body, go get it. if you want to become a lawyer, study your ass off. if you want nice hair, pick a style and get it done. stop being afraid and motivate yourself. find yourself. find your happiness, because it’s out there waiting for you.
Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good