March 2012
sometimes i think about how not everyone gets to be friends with my friends and it makes me sad because my friends make me so happy and i want everyone to be happy
How has the horror industry not cashed in on teen bloggers romanticizing murderers yet, that story writes itself
But really, you guys
Pregnancy is freaky as fuck
Like
There is an entire human being inside you
and your uterus is the size of a baby
and where are your organs
and just, jesus, it’s so fucking creepy
I mean, I’ve always been terrified of the mere idea of giving birth but holy crap, just pregnancy in general is SO CREEPY
THERE’S A HUMAN BEING IN YOUR STOMACH WHAT IS NOT WEIRD ABOUT THAT UGH
February 2012
LEONARDO DECAPITATED is what news headlines will say if leonardo dicaprio dies in that particularly unfortunate way
God I just can’t spend enough time talking about how much I fucking love and appreciate Eric’s existence
and Kyle’s
and Paige’s
and Merlin’s
and Eugene’s
and Kelley’s
and Mr Powers’s
And Ms Angela’s
and Ms Clarke’s
and a lot of other people but jesus christ, these nine though. I don’t even know how I’d be able to manage doing anything without these nine people.
Am I allowed to just stick a bunch of secondray follies on striking the Tongiht’s the Night things because it’s absolutely bullshit that none of them volunteered?
Yes?
Okay good
Stress overload times ten, squared, plus a million.
“If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.”
—Albert Einstein (via sirmitchell)
I MADE YOU BACON
LIKE FOREVER AGO
omg Nikki is making me bacon
Yessssssssss
omg I was checking up on my tumblr crushes because I dont feel like scrolling through my dash and I reblogged that Obama thing from Maxton and then right after that went to Paige’s blog right as she reblogged the same thing from me
that was so weird okay
Hi Paige
why the hell is barack obama so tumblr famous huh he’s not even kawaii
I really can’t picture anyone at all having a crush on me. I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
A family called the Oscars holds a family reunion the same day as the Oscars.
or they mistake the oscars for their family reunion and show up in their OSCAR FAMILY REUNION 2012 shirts instead of fancy garb and it looks an awful lot like the stage crew shirts for the oscars so they’re let in by security for the poor oscar family to discover that there is no bbq going on but in fact it’s an award show even more upsetting is the fact that their dead uncle joe looks a lot like tom hanks and poor grandma had a heart attack when she saw tom hanks because she thought she was seeing a ghost poor grandma then cousin bobby and tom hanks get into a fist fight because no one messes with grandma then cousin bobby gets taken away by the police and all in all it was a bad year for the oscar family reunion come back next year when they mistake the grammys for their granny’s birthday party
I only hate the quick reblog feature because I sometimes forget that I have to click "reblog manually" to add a comment
and sometimes it just gets awkward if I reblog certain things without comments
i have a silent friendship with so many of you omg we never talk but we always like/reblog each other and i just love you from a distance jkdhgd
