When a bullet hits a wall
That is astounding. I legitimately watched it about fifteen times before reblogging it.
this is so fucking satisfying to watch oh my god
Does anyone else hear it crash into the wall?
so every year after the juniors finish reading The Great Gatsby my high school english teacher throws a Gatsby party at his huge house and everyone shows up in period clothing and Charlestons to 20s music and my english teacher just wears a suit and stands off to the side staring wistfully out the window the entire night
you guys think I’m joking??
if i were a murderer i’d be the febreze murderer and lead my victims blindfolded to undisclosed locations and i’d ask them what they smelled and they’d be like “omg ocean air and tulips” and then i’d rip off the blindfold and it would be A PILE OF THE BODIES OF MY PREVIOUS VICTIMS
my mom made me go to a therapist because of this
teachers who don’t let videos buffer before playing them
and think the video is broken when it stops to load
“well it’s a shame the video’s not working. i guess we’ll have to do this packet instead”
“work in pairs”
Remember when they were going to censor the internet?
Remember when people cared about Kony?
Remember when people did the cinnamon challenge?
Remember when everyone played Temple Run?
Remember the Alamo?
Remember the Titans?
remember who you are
(Source: anthonypadilla)
Sometimes, I wish I could ban my students from saying the word “gay” unless we’re specifically talking about homosexual people. Today one kid said that the ceiling was gay. Ceiling can’t be gay. Ceiling can’t even be straight. Ceiling is ceiling. Ceiling’s sexual preference is light bulb.
