his palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
There’s vomit on his spaghetti already,
mom’s spaghetti
He’s spaghetti, but on the surface he
looks calm and ready to drop spaghetti
but he keeps on forgetting what he
spaghetti
I have to show Christian this tomorrow.
(via ketchup-catsup)
I’m going crazy. I don’t even know if he likes me. Why does Facebook have to tell me if he has read my message or not? Why did they add that function? If he was interested he would have logged into Facebook to see if I was online. He would have read my message, and replied. He must not be interested. Gaaaaaaah
(Source: nearlyvintage)
Sarah’s housemates cat does this. Once I was trying to get changed and it hugged me and wouldn’t let go. I walked back down stairs with the cat hanging off me, I wasn’t holding on to it at all, and was like “Sarah can you get this cat off me?”
(via bewarenubilemiscreant)
(Source: mcavoyings, via squeakity)
Well, my mother says that lovers are like buses. You have to wait a little while and another one comes along.
(Source: bblomkvist, via lawyerupasshole)
At first I was like, why are they making ANOTHER Spiderman? And then I remembered.
(Source: samljackson, via epilepticdancinggiraffe)
How come everyone else at work can get on Tumblr but when I log in none of the pictures load?
Linda
Oh fuck, Game of Thrones spoilers. Must.not.read.anything.or.look.at.gifs.
