jsantagato:

hiiipower-vigilante:

thatprettymvthafvcka:

bellecosby:

ghdos:

freshest-tittymilk:

*choking*

BRUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!! OMG.

I hate you mofuckas

image

whhhhaaaaaat

Lmfaooooo this is terrible

Plans for when I get my own place with someone I love

lezbehonest-here:

Wake up.
Have sex.
Make breakfast.
Have sex.
Go to work & wish I was home.
Come home.
Have a snack.
Have sex.
Watch tv.
Get distracted by sex.
Continue having sex.
Take a shower.
Have sex in the shower.
Cook dinner.
Have sex.
Go to sleep.

🙌 the only way

browngirlinterrupted:

don’t check up on people who have decided you are not in their picture anymore. you don’t need to know how they’re doing. save yourself the trouble, seriously.

forgetyeahcomics:

“do you have a girlfriend?”

“no but sometimes people on the internet flirt with me and I have no idea how serious they are about it”

hedlunds:

im tired of things costing money

The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
Helen Mirren (via mystiquel)

ciggawet:

*swipes debit card*
*sweats profusely*
*purchase goes through*
me: God is good all the time
Cashier: all the time God is good

thelogicalsong:

grimmcropes:

korratea:

this video is so well done it deserves an oscar

always dead @ “in a row?”

Bolin knows my feelings on this kind of subject

benedictcumberbatchsgirlfriend:

I can watch a full series of a TV show in a day but when I want to watch a film I’m like “am I really ready to pay attention to this for 2 hours”

Graduating college

whatshouldwecallme:

Realizing you’ll never have homework again: image But then getting a job:

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sadboyshotta:

get rich or cry tryin

krystinjaiwithlove:

theimpalaslovechild:

and in that moment, everyone’s heart broke.

Man……..feelings straight up hurt.

wreckedblog:

how many times do i have to reblog you before you notice i wanna talk to you

ohshititsgreg:

If we’re dating and you don’t let me pretend to play bongo drums on your butt then guess what? We’re through