bromar:

*goes to england*

me: excuse me, what time is it?

brit: time wots that m8?

*big ben chimes*

everyone starts to count the bongs on their fingers*

brit: OI IT’S 7 BONG

(via babyspeight)

,,

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (via observando)