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@highhighhi
What do you mean my card was declined???
me: what a lovely day! even the flowers are singing!
flowers (singing): the sins of our forefathers bind us to the dirt
just lost my mcfreakin mind on a conference call bc someone’s email was their first initial and full last name and it spelled m.othman
hearing the word ‘salty’ in it’s original context is so weird now bc someone could literally just say ‘these pringles are so salty’ and I’ll just be thinking damn who’ve those pringles been vagueing about now
50 views of Tokyo ♨
flic.kr/s/aHskwTCKZi
I just spent like 30 seconds straight trying to understand what was so special about “The unthe unthe uthe unhe un”
“The unthe unthe uthe unhe un”
Do you ever get bored on the internet and then grab your phone to see what the other, smaller internet is up to?
You know what strength is? Forgiving a person who wasn’t even sorry.
not to be dramatic but i would literally rather die
sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful
In Japanese, they don’t say “moon,” they say “tsuki,” which literally translates to “moon,” and I think that’s how language works.
ah yes, the 90s. i have fond memories of that decade. crying, pooping my pants every day, wearing diapers, being bald, being a baby. that was the high life.
every time a movie uses a character reminiscing about something in private as a framing device for the actual plot i interpret the runtime of the film as the amount of time the character actually spends just standing there like straight dissociating
bruce: whom
diana a full 2.5 hours later: oh right i have to email that nosy bitch back
2017 were all gonna stop posting self deprecating and “I wanna die” memes
you’ll have to pry my morbid coping mechanisms from my cold, dead hands