It Ends Here.
This is where it all comes down to; everything that is, will be, or has been. I stop here. It all stops here. I'm 19. I'm a female. I go to college. I'm not sure about much of anything. And that's okay with me.
I love when people draw Spain saying “Happy new year” in spanish, but forget to add the ñ, so it says “Feliz Ano Nuevo” instead of “Feliz Año Nuevo”.
Because Feliz Ano Nuevo means “happy new butthole”.
what-if-jesus-were-a-timelord:
PRINCE OF WHALES.
AMERICA.
REALLY.
COME ON.
Does this mean we’re going to need a translator for all his interviews and speeches?
youwantsomepearlsmuthafuckaaa:
I am BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST A WALL AND LAUGHIN HYSTERICALLY AND MY STEPDAD MY GRAMPA AND MY CAT JUAT SLOWLY WALKED IN AND WALKED AWAY
OMYFUCKINGCEREAL
fuck bitches get money smoke weed read books pet small animals donate to charity help the elderly
please tell me that they are both in a relationship
actual tears forming right now.
I am in such a laugh-y mood! :3
moths spend their entire lives smashing into things and die after like a week i really identify with them
I don’t understand the term “Dry Humor”. It’s not often I find myself admiring how wet someone’s sense of humor is. Like, “What a moist joke that was.”
“it’s them” the home depot employees whisper as the hipster bloggers grab paint swatches to write inspirational quotes on
omfpoop.
My mom and my sister are in my room bed and are on my bed.
And I’m like having a fucking panic attack. Why are there so many people in my room?
Why are you on my bed?
Why are you talking?
I’m really not used to this. Ompoop.
Stop.
Stop.
WHY THE HELL AM I PANICKING?
