i really just wanna be a goose and hiss at people and bite small children
can’t remember if I reblogged this already but i’m to lazy to check
apparently it’s a ‘felony’ and ‘morally wrong’ to commit 15 counts murder, i mean what does society want me to do when they say “what’re you gonna do? kill me!?”
reblogging to make this later
hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?
actual conversation i had with my mom
mom: do you need any help wrapping your present?
me: yes every time i try to wrap a present-
mom: an angel gets its wings? :)
me: no, another person goes to hell
mom: >:O
This is important hello (x)
Different Stories Resonate with Different People
without hesitation
reblog if ur icon would punch a terf
you ever just feel like a scent, ‘cause i’m feeling pretty warm vanilla
when people piss me off i like to think to myself ‘you have no bitches, you have no life, you’re existence is full endless of strife. you’re also just a dick.’