I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people.
reblogging because I just noticed HE’S NOT EVEN THROWING THE KNIVES
HE’S USING A PINGPONG PADDLE TOO
how did we win the cold war
my parents split after they made me. i am a volcano. they are tectonic plates. follow for more geological humour.
i really hope the two people who just followed me aren’t looking for geological humour or you are going to be earth-shatteringly disappointed
this post is one of my best by a landslide
I JUST WENT TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH AND IT’S SO COLD OUTSIDE IT’S GOTTA BE LIKE 65 AT LEAST JESUS CHRIST I AM SO HAPPY RN IT WAS ALMOST 80 YESTERDAY LIFE IS SO GOOD SOMETIMES
65 is scorching weather you dumb shit!
wow literally go fuck your rude ass self it’s called a goddamn climate difference you gargantuan fucking shit stain
I don’t need alcohol to make bad decisions
boys are so cute and they dont know they’re so cute so they smile and smirk and cock their heads to the side and smile at you and they bite their lips and when they stretch, you can see their stomach, and that little line of hair going to their belly button and down to their crotch and some of them run their fingers through their hair and make it all messy on purpose and sometimes their hands are really big and that makes me happy
You’re next to your dad on his death bed. With tears streaming down your cheek, you manage to choke out “dad im sorry” on his last breath he says “hi sorry im dad”
Justin Bartels - Impression (2012)
I can’t not reblog this.
This is the best thing on the Internet. We undress everyday and it shows us how confined we are. Those imprints show how uncomfortable we are throughout each day just to impress other people. We create prisons in our own clothes. We are a prisoner in a socially constructed idea of what is beautiful.
yes its back
mum can’t look me in the eye and i can’t help but wonder why!
Always reblog for genuinely good advice
yo gettin married at 22 sounds a lot like leavin a party at 9:30 pm
yeah but you get to leave the party with your favorite person on the planet, and take off all of your makeup, and put on your ugly comfortable clothes and make popcorn and curl up in your bed and watch a movie, and have sex and go to sleep, idk how that sounds like a bad thing.
And everyone else just wakes up alone and hungover.
IF MY GOLDFISH CAN FIT IN A CONDOM SO CAN YOU
I just died
oh my fucking god