I have been watching Lord of the Rings since 6:30am. I don’t know what year it is. I have forgotten the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind. I’ve even forgotten my own name
if i ever date a famous boy and i got hate for it i’d honestly be the most sarcastic bitch ever to them i’d be like lol can’t hear you over the great sex we just had
You know what I hate? When people get pissed off when you tell them you don’t want them to touch you. Like excuse me, I don’t actually want you to touch my arm. I don’t want a hug right now. I don’t give a shit if you’re family. I don’t care if the phrase “I don’t want to be touched” puts you off. Just don’t fucking touch me.
I put the fun in funeral.
I put the laughter in manslaughter.
I put the hot in psychotic.
This motivated me to study. Thanks tiny cactus.
THE TINY CACTUS IS BACK
*holding phone in hand* where the fuck is my phone
this is the teacher from the incredibles
so i got in the shower right and like halfway through the shower i noticed there was a spider in the corner and the first thing out of my mouth was “first of all how dare you”.