He’s not my bias because of his looks. He’s not my bias because he’s famous. He’s my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought of his happiness.
This is what our teacher taught us on the last day of French class. Did I mention she’s awesome?
using this in french class tomorrow
I will always reblog colorful french language
This is something I need.
What we really want to know, when we attempt to learn a new language.
this is… beautiful… XDDD
Normal is BORING.
If somebody calls you weird like it’s a bad thing… laugh at them for their ignorance. “Normal” never got anyone anywhere. People don’t make movies about “normal” people, and people also don’t write books about “normal” things. Being weird is something to be proud of. So to all you weird people out there, I love you, and thank you for not following society’s “normal” standards.
Thanks tumblr, for make me realise that I’m not normal at all…
it makes me so happy to know that I’m different from all that “normal” people in the world :D
But at the same time you let me know that even if I’m not normal, there are more people as crazy as me TwT
Que bonita vecindad, es la vecindad del chavo…
Gente normal: Por dios deja de cantar eso ¡
Yo: No valdra ningun centavo, pero es linda de verdad ¡
