Having A Migraine During A Tech Rehearsal Is Legitimately The Worst Thing Ever.

The local sandwich shop has a regular ass grilled cheese. They call it the 'Guilty Pleasure'. Us theatre kids frequent it, and I have had to branch out in what I order just because I can't for the life of me look the man behind the counter in the eye with a straight face and say 'yeah, I'll have the Guilty Pleasure'. No matter how many of my friends order it with no problem, I just can't...

On the other hand, the sandwich I usually get now is pretty damn good and I probably wouldn't have tried it if I had just stuck with... the Guilty Pleasure.

one thing about tumblr at least here they’re just called “posts”. Saying “I saw this tweet/reel/tiktok/short” makes me feel like I’m ordering at a restaurant where they make you say Texas Tom’s Nut-Slappin Griddle-Chizzle instead of grilled cheese

pope francis died without lezzing out. don't let that happen to you.

You, every night.

I am exhausted. Schoolwork is beating my ass and I can't stand it.

Me: *looking at a porcelain hand in the home decor aisle of a store* if I lost my hands in some kind of tragic accident, I’d decorate my entire home with hand-shaped things. Then I’d invite guests over for like, dinner parties and such and sit there expectantly just basking in their discomfort.

My boyfriend: Do you hear what you say when you talk? Do you know what you just said to me?

The three kinds of bird species name

1. God’s Specialist Little Boy

2. Hot Breasted Milf

3. Grey Bird With Brown Head

4. Walter’s Fingernail