days later, i’m not sure any of this really happened. i feel i may have replayed it too many times in my head, causing the picture to become fuzzy. maybe it was the combination of my drunken state and large imagination, creating an entire evening that never occurred. but this is what i remember. it was a brisk saturday evening in february. the weather had already broken into warmer...
I Don’t Know How Mail Works « Thought Catalog →
You go through life, thinking, ‘I am so smart, I am razor sharp prodigy genius man,’ and then you continuously do things that can only mean one thing: you’re not smart. You’re not even average. You’re dumb, you’ve always been dumb, you always will be dumb, and there’s nothing you can do to change it. Your parents were wrong when they told you otherwise. Set those books on fire because you won’t...
tychobrohan: WHAT U WANT, NATALIE 2 DRINK & FIGHT WHAT U NEED NATALIE 2 FUK ALL NITE
someone found a picture of cooter without pants on →
typennington: shout out to grilled cheese sandwiches
Instead of letting Pennsylvania be like other... →
loladelphia: Our state’s asinine laws regarding alcohol work two ways: People come in from out of state and are confused as to why we can’t buy beer or wine while doing our food shopping at the grocery store, and why it’s hard to purchase alcohol on Sundays. People from Pennsylvania go to other states and are amazed at how easy it is to buy wine or beer because it’s available everywhere...
cardcaptorsollux: how do you expect me to do a homework assignment that requires a computer do you know what happens when i get near a computer
A Gordon Ramsay Poem
gordonramsaypoetry: oh my god where’s the risotto? useless.
scottfartsmell: I am REALLY going to need G to slap everyone in the face with his dong tonight ok Child is D U E
tumblr: hey so I hear you're using missing e
me: uh yeah I like the features it makes tumblr a lot easier-
tumblr: it's giving me problems
me: what it's not doing anything to you
tumblr: I hate it. missing e is a dirty filthy whore.
me: it's just-
tumblr: it's ruining everything and you can't use it anymore okay I'm scared of what it might do to us
me: you know I love you, missing e is just a-
tumblr: do you think missing e is better than me
me: what no what do you-
tumblr: TELL ME I'M PRETTY
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you...– Ernest Hemingway (via roscoe-)