I Love Sitting Down In The Evening And Trying To Decide What Activity I Should Do To Unwind And Then

i always click the "track package" button as soon as i get the email. "oh boy i wonder where my package is!" warehouse.

There is a small child in this cafe writhing and screaming with such violence and rage that they keep running out of breath and coughing. The source of her rage? Her mom asked her to eat a single grape.

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

me every day of my stupid little life: if i dont get a Little Treat in the next five minutes im going to die

I love personalization. I love stickers on water bottles and on laptops. I love shitty marker drawing on the toes of converse. I love hand embroidered doodles on jeans. I love posters on walls. I love knick knacks on shelves. I love jewelry with goofy charms. I love when people take things and make them theirs.

I think the biggest cheer I have ever seen at a eurovison party has been when we realised that Austria needed 100 to win. I still don't know how many points they scored because as soon as we heard 100- the room exploded and didn't really die down until they were performing again. I didn't want Austria to win but I needed Austria to win.

Today my Advanced Clinical Pathology professor trailed off in the middle of class and said, “If I seem distracted, it’s because last night I was talking with a friend and she asked ‘Who’s that chick in Titanic?’ but all I heard was ‘Chicken Titanic,’ and ever since then I’ve been thinking about a chicken on the bow of the Titanic like Kate Winslet, wings held high. It’s all I can think about.”

Jacek Yerka, Eruption 

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