Happiness is having something to look forward to.
Happiness is catching snowflakes on your tongue.
Happiness is playing cards with Grandma.
Happiness is licking the bowl.
Happiness is a side-dish of french fries.
Happiness is a sad song.
I’ve never been much of a feminist because I’ve always been surrounded by open-minded people, but Rosie the Riveter represents women’s awesomeness, and awesomeness is always worth talking about
my amazing mom is going through a hard time. I wish I could do something, but there isn’t much I can do. Only one thing can really help: I need to show her that I’m studying, being responsible, but most of all that I’m happy and am enjoying my life. If there’s something beautiful about parent-children relationships is how individual happiness affects the other person
IS THIS THE THIRD REICH?
IS THIS JUST GERMANY?
CAUGHT IN MY BUNKER
NO ESCAPE FROM THE RED ARMY
OPEN MY EYES
LOOK AT MY WIFE AND SEEEEEE
IM JUST DER FUHRER
I NEED NO SYMPATHY
BECAUSE I KILL A JEW
KILL A GAY
KILL A POLE
EVERY DAY
ANY WAY THE WAR GOES
DOESN’T REALLY MATTER TO ME
TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVA
I JUST KILLED MYSELF
PUT A GUN AGAINST MY HEAD
PULLED MY TRIGGER
NOW I’M DEAD
EVA
STRIFE HAD JUST BEGUN
BUT NOW I’VE GONE AND BLOWN MY BRAIN AWAY
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