French Friend: well, the total cost of me going to Med school is about 406 a year -

American Friend: THOUSAND?

French Friend: Um, no. 406 Euro. It sounds a little high but it covers the cost of my textbooks, extra classes and most of my housing. How much is it for you?

camo-zamboni:

camo-zamboni:

camo-zamboni:

My roommate and his girlfriend got in the shower together and they’re… Talking about politics?

I was expecting to hear “OH GOD, HARDER,” not “George Washington was entirely correct in his prediction of what distinct parties would do to politics as a whole.”

Nope nevermind, there it is, apparently political debate is just their form of foreplay

STOP REBLOGGING THIS HE HAS A TUMBLR

Oh god

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And he is beautiful.

There’s a boy I met this summer. And he was beautiful. There was a boy I met this summer, who was full of laughter. He was full of kindness. And he was beautiful.

There was a boy I met this summer, and I fell in love with him. And he’s beautiful. He fell for me too, and he thinks I’m beautiful.

There was a boy I met this summer, and now he is gone. He’s in my heart, and he’s in my thoughts, but seldom is he in my arms. He’s distant now, but I think he’s beautiful.

The boy I met this summer Is broken. He’s broken, he’s sad, he feels alone. But he’s beautiful.

That boy is the light of my world when he’s here. And the light is dazzling; beautiful. The world is dark when he is gone.

He’s broken, and beautiful, and not mine.

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