why is it 90 the grease at 830pm. at night.
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why is it 90 the grease at 830pm. at night.
hmm. long
You deserve someone who actually gives a shit about you. Someone who doesn’t just see you as an extension of themself. Someone who would actually be afraid to lose you. Don’t let anyone else make you believe otherwise.
FORBIDDEN CAT ALCHEMY
this doesn’t feel right
Imprisoned for his deeds
he’s innocent!!!
my armenian father getting angry at a squirrel
“you are. stealink…. my nuts…”
retail be like
in sixth grade you were either a cucumber melon bitch or a warm vanilla sugar bitch
the fuck does this mean
this is japanese cherry blossom erasure
Dudes in 18th century would b like “if u don’t respond to my marriage proposal by next winter I’m going to enlist in the war and die .”
good thing this here internet box exists. back in the 12th century or whatever i would have had to shout my bullshit from the window
me hanging out my window in the dead of night, 1127 AD: I HAVE TWELVE TOES AND SEVEN EYES
a guardsman, already aiming for my nuts with his crossbow: SHUT YON FUCKETH MOUTH
this is literally so funny and is also me whenever i feel i’ve been Wronged
ITS ALMOST AUGUST ITS TIME TO GET READY FOR HALLOWEEN!!!!!!
Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except it’s playing from your neighbor’s radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.