all i want for my birthday (which is in half an hour) is for someone to kill me and to turn it into an elaborate mystery and leave clues and shit and then go into hiding and write a book 20 years later explaining that the age of 20 is a stupid age to exist at
in my dream last night shaquille o’FUCKINGneal asked me to come over to his house we could trip acid and play basketball, i asked him “why?” and he said his mom wouldnt be home for another hour.
Persia staring into your soul
wow 163 notes on my precious buttcat thank you internet i’m going to go harass her now and tell her she’s famous
I morphed Justin Timberlake and The Brave Little Toaster. This sort of happened. I don’t know whether to cry or scream….
hold on let’s remember when manny first saw tits irl for the first and last time
oh my god
there’s a fucking angry yellow jacket/hornet/wasp/whatever is evil, with yellow and black stripes in my basement GO AWAY YOU SWINE I WANT TO WATCH WORKAHOLICS AND NOT WORRY ABOUT MY LIFE