this post is specifically for people who know their room is a mess, but their brain won't let them clean it. this post is for you. I love you and I see you
Pondering my orbs.
drake?
musk is going to die in a Tesla explosion in 6 months after sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and we will never get a conclusive answer on whether it was a CIA car bomb or just a normal Tesla malfunction
i'm afraid i'm using tumblr wrong but that is because i've not used it regularly like ever. i feel like i'm trying to join a tight-knit friend group by peering over peoples shoulders and hoping i'll be welcomed into the conversation but being to scared to initiate anything lest i be shunned for not following The Rules(tm)
you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor
Hi this is absolutely killing me, could someone please point me in the direction of that video of the guy in like a train station who’s pretending to be a street preacher but he’s reading the Very Hungry Caterpillar like it’s the book of Genesis
if my doctors name was house i would wanna know his first name before he does any surgery on me. what if its haunted
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