It ends bloody, or sad. That’s just the life.


Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…and an athlete…and a basket case…a princess…and a criminal… Does that answer your question?… Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club.

i drew this like two days ago when the most terrible cold hit me and all that kept me alive was Claudia's awesomeness but thanks god now i’m better and could clean this drawing enough to make it look decent


"I hope that there is still enough of a past to where everyone can look back and even ourselves can look back and um, know and understand that it wasn’t for a waste. It wasn’t a waste, it was for good and um, I hope that’s not disappointing for you or anybody else um, and I hope that that doesn’t really deter anybody’s image of marriage and love or anything like that." - Charles Trippy (x)