OMG! Lmfao! He threw his purse! you know he was scared!
So I wasnt going to reblog this until I saw the last frame where he threw his bag at him! I literally cant breathe right now!
Chucky woulda got fucked the fuck up fuckin with me!
PLEASE let me see the video to this shit!!!
babies screaming when you’re out shopping
SARA: Come on. I don’t even know whose comb that is. That could have lice- that could have egg lice on it. I don’t even-
TEGAN: Its mine, it’s mine.
SARA: I don’t- you were at the strippers last night. I don’t want you to touch my hair with your comb that was probably in a strippers brassiere. I don’t- don’t touch me with anything that you had last night!
those songs that start in one earbud and flow into the next
Cats in piles
I don’t know if a metaphor
could ever bring you to see that
all I ever wanted was to write something
beautiful and hope you’d read into me
I’m 2⁄3 loneliness and a fraction of
recklessness on some nights when nothing
adds up. All I know of love is that I fall too
hard and kiss the scars I’m left with to remind
myself that at least something about you
could be permanent
someone’s building an actual Krusty Krab less than 6 miles from where i live
no really, it’s in construction
it’s coming along nicely
they put up the flags
WHAT THE FUCK
this moment is the exact definition of perfection; i don’t know anything more intense and beautiful than two people, madly wanting each other but still restraining themselves because the tension is too flawless to be broken.
can i just say that if you judge a whole person’s intelligence based on whether or not they literally have ink on their skin then that says way the fuck more about you than it does them