alittleworldofimagination:

jokerkat:

quincy360:

you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”

That’s called anxiety.

That explains at least half of my life then

theblogchoseme:

If I text you back fast its not because Im thirsty its because my phone was in my hand at the time. The waiting to text people back on purpose shit is childish

dubstepfordads:

yo lemme just smash my head into this fucking lamp for six hours 

-moths

unclefather:

we take for granted all the times our nose isn’t stuffy

kookie667:

Let’s play a game called “I’m totally joking, but would do that in a heartbeat if you were into it”

princessoffloral:

collectiveassbutts:

earthswinds:

I need feminism; because the bra straps of a twelve year old shouldn’t make a 40 year old married principal with two daughters “uncomfortable”

So am I allowed to walk around adult women who are mothers and grandmothers at work with my cock out or what

in what world is someone’s dick equivalent to a fucking bra strap