I will never let myself scroll past a picture of Walt and not reblog it. I feel like I’d be dishonoring him, and he’s just done so much for me that it’s just not right.
When your only shared interest with a tinder match is Taco Bell
to people that sleep with their bedroom doors open:you are brave but you are going to die young
HOW DO PEOPLE READ WITH THE SLEEVE ON THE HARD COVER BOOK?! i JUST CAN’T
IDK I JUST FEEL WEIRD WHEN ITS NOT ON
I JUST FEEL SO MUCH MORE RELAXED WHEN THE BOOK’S NOT WEARING CLOTHES TO IMPRESS ME. JUST THE HARD BOOK IN MY HANDS
THIS JUST GOT SEXUAL REALLY QUICKLY
after i die i’ll probably still complain
My dad was telling me about these girls at his old college who invented a nail polish that paints on clear, and if you stir your drink with your finger with the nail polish on, it will react with the “Date Rape” drug and turn red.
Dude. It’s genius.
I saw this before and didn’t reblog it because it didn’t have anything to say how but now that there is a link saying how I wil reblog it.
this is a lot to take in
Stop bitching about fedoras. It’s a hat. It’s not going to hurt you. Sit the fuck down.
but it growled at me
can u hear what i hear?