Dude, Who Knows.

Reading a draft of your own fic chapter and l o v i n g it is great up until you get to the point where you just stopped fucking writing

hello 911 I’d like to report my own murder

tennant era dw really has it all…. repression… pining… a strong belief in the inherent goodness of humanity…

Not to sound too millennial but who the fuck would get off a plane (to their dream job in Paris) for Ross fucking Geller

Let’s all be honest, every last one of us wants to stand in the mouth of a dark cave holding a flicking torch in one hand and a sword in the other.

shout out to the older woman in the snack aisle at walmart who just answered her phone and snapped “i’m in an important meeting, what do you want?”

where do TV shows get this idea that high school is constant drama, nothing even fucking happened to me in high school

I’m now remembering that my school got a slurpee machine and then had to get rid of it two weeks later after someone poured toxic chemicals into it that they stole from the science lab in an attempt to poison the entire cheerleading squad so like, maybe I was just boring

Not every day you find out youre a background character

hell yeah british on british violence 

did they kill the bottom or sumn

They excluded him bc he stans Donald Trump

Good for them

yo… i do all of these whenever im bored

there’s room for one pink doctor fuck in this town and it’s me.