i have a pair of glasses that can make me turn from hood nigga to caring father.
give me ya money lil nigga
son just talk to me, i’m here to listen
Almost 49k and my roommate and I are basking in my tumblr fame
fun fact i learned yesterday: a group of pugs is called a “grumble”
i told my friend this on the phone and hes really mad and he just yelled ‘I DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT GRUMBLES’
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be classically pretty.
But then I say fuck it, I’m a total punk rock goddess from the underworld.
Come here so I can suck out your soul.
hair is cute
p much all of it
and yet you send someone a bag of it and suddenly you’re the weirdo
if anyone ever breaks your heart just remember they are only human and you can break their body
do you ever wonder how people even find your blog
Everyone talks about The Beatles being the best band ever so much that sometimes you forget that THEY REALLY ARE
Abbey Road is such a perfect album. It was released 46 years ago and I’m still yet to hear any song writing better than this. I think I’m going to cry.
AND IN THE END
THE LOVE YOU TAKE
IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU MAKE
I need to lie down
“my real name is…. matt smith.”
the doctor takes off his jacket and bowtie to reveal his real self. he has been a human actor all along. the fourth wall is broken. the fandom is in chaos.
“There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?”
isn’t it weird as hell that you can think someone is the coolest person on earth and at the exact same time they can hate themselves
I was just lying in bed with my shower-wet hair wrapped in a towel trying to unpack why the ever-growing social media holiday blitz bums me out, when I stumbled onto a thought train that I felt okay about.
Somewhere along the line my mom decided to be a mom. She chose me. I…