i’m on an a rollercoaster that only goes straight down to hell where i belong
Productive things I did during the summer:
- Got out of bed once
i fucking hate how i get attached so easily like i don’t understand. i meet someone new, find interest and BAM it’s like i can’t stop thinking about it. this needs to fucking stop
i hate guys who judge breast-size. i mean, we can’t all be boobzilla.
you know when you really want to kiss someone and you can’t help but keep looking at their lips like those should be on mine
How to open a beer with a banana
one of my favorite things is how people talk to themselves in tumblr tags, taking this space designed for metadata classification and using it as a form of parenthetical speech. those grey little tags feel so cozy, a whispered dimension to the flat communication of the net
THE MOST FRUSTRATING THING EVER IS WHEN YOU GO INTO A ROOM FOR SOME REASON AND FORGET WHAT YOU WENT IN THERE FOR
A few minutes ago my coworker said “The sexual position formerly known as 69 will now be referred to as 96. Due to the economy, the price of eating out has gone up.”
My boss is still crying.
me: wow that exam was easy *gets a 53*
You know why I love AUs? Because the whole point of them is that everything is changed, and yet these two people are still going to meet and fall in love- that they’re so set in stone and so meant to be that you can change literally everything in a hundred universes and they’ll fall in love over and over again.