Stunning frozen air bubbles at Abraham Lake, Canada by Callum Snape
Parenting: Level Un-Fucking-Believable.
❁◕ ‿ ◕❁ i am so fucking disgusting ❁◕ ‿ ◕❁
Tonight we went to Walmart and the roommates picked out one of those cheesy romance books for me to read. I’m twenty pages in and there’s not been a terrible euphemism for anyone’s penis. Highly disappointed.
Isaac: Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.
Augustus Waters: Seventeen.
Isaac: I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
Isaac: I'm telling you, Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
Issac: But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.
“I cannot heal them, but I can show them that their mother cares.”
I’m sorry for everything I said. I didn’t mean it. I was just hungry.