story of my life.
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you know this song.
every word.
every syllable.
every letter.
every accent.
every punctuation.
every pause.
every beat.
every time signature.
always reblog.
my childhood
brb jamming out
I want to get this for Tara.
I was helping my little brother
Where the fuck does jack come from
That’s basically what math is like for the rest of your life.
I love how the answer is at the bottom of the page. And how is any kid suppose to know how many stickers Jack has? Does Tani and Jen give Jack their stickers? I wish I was Jack. My friends never give me stickers.You’re all missing the point. This isn’t math. Rather it’s metaphysics, or the existence of our being. Theoretically speaking, Jack isn’t a person. Jack exists in all of us. We are Jack. Jack is all of us. Every single one of us. In each inept part of our being, our existence, Jack lives. Forgotten and ignored, yet he exists in our never ending subconscious. The question, rather, is how many stickers do we all have?
oh my god
omfg just for that comment
napoleon bonaparte
more like napoleon BORN2PARTY
hello
and welcome to
funky jam dance party
with some science
This kid had lost his dad in the crowd,
and freaked out until he saw the Flash and Wonder Woman.
He went up to the Flash to ask for help, because he knows him.Always reblog.
awwwh<3
