I'm Noelani. I am currently obsessed with Supernatural and Music. I'm 19 and a Sophomore in college. My major is Accounting. This is my personal blog. I also have a photography blog. I follow back. If you want to get to know me more, just message me.


My Diary
My Face
Speak Your Mind!
Old Posts
Reblogged from kogebku  104,902 notes

dajo42:

"tea is just leaf water!" "yeah well coffee is just bean water!" wow, it’s. it’s like everything is made of things. this door is just wood rectangle. this poster is just ink paper. this lemonade is just lemon water. wow, it’s like you can combine ingredients to make things that are more enjoyable than the initial parts of the equation. sure is a magical world we live in

when you get a note in your mailbox from the post office saying that they’re withholding your mail for 10 days until you get your mailbox fixed and secured to your post but they’re the ones who keep hitting it and making it move.. 

Reblogged from sorry  135,558 notes

hellaoptile:

you know how when you go to a concert or show of some sort and the person on stage is like “HOW’S EVERYONE DOING TONIGHT?!?!?!?!” and the audience cheers back? why? you’re not answering the question, you’re just yelling. imagine if we did that in daily conversation. “hey jeff, how are ya?” and jeff just starts screaming and clapping in your face

Reblogged from hate  257,022 notes

thornsandwillows:

If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.

But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.