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Me: misses the charging port while trying to plug my phone in
The bbc sherlock who lives in my head:
#Â when I go to see a shrink.
bee real, my senior thesis
THE SHEET IS MADE OUT OF WOOD TOO
Wendell Castle, Ghost Clock. 1985
THAT IS MAHOGANY
I thought this was a joke until I read the description
WHAT HTE FCUK
It’s one of my favorite pieces at the Renwick. It’s a solid block of mahogany and you can see the impression of knobs under the cloth.
Is this Honey Mahogany? She looks so good in this caftan.
I always wondered about this room. Where is it?
Whenever you notice something like that, a wizard did it.
behind the garage
And that’s the end of that mystery
why the simpsons got a bigger house than my parents
Homer is a nuclear engineer
This post made me realize that Homer is in fact a Nuclear engineer…
Also, they are consistently house poor throughout the series.
boyfriend boobs travel
wine, marriage, pizza
Homo sex, butter, and hope.
Is that a threat or a promise?
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!
credit
The Invisible Man (2020).
drinking a monster energy drink undoes your baptism
Bottoms up.
And the Devil laughs.
do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.
7 am.
Zac’s apartment.
Tired. Ready for bed. Still a little high. Waiting for my roomie to pick me up.
Me talking about past relationships.
Perhaps i will drink my sorrows away.. *opens up capri sun*
You don’t open a Capri Sun. You stab a Capri Sun.