sometimes I comment on a status just so other people that I don’t like won’t comment on it but it sometimes doesn’t work and they comment anyway and then I just stare uncomfortably at the cyber situation I’ve been put into

whenever I shampoo my hair 2+ nights in a row I say a formal apology and cry a little

groovymuttations:

“it’s them” the home depot employees whisper as the hipster bloggers grab paint swatches to write inspirational quotes on

thallydraper:

scott is clearly not from la

gayboyband:

the fact that most boys my age are shorter and weigh less than me makes me want to never leave my house again

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

brucejennersbitch:

i don’t think there was a time when the club could handle me