Trace amounts of Monica in my life

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica

#mambo number 0.0000000000005

a heatwave is a type of ancient curse

I'm reaching levels of sleepy I never thought possible

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

When I fail to respond it's an homage to letters getting lost at sea

I don't think dust needs to exist personally

see, deep down i know that you're all talking about the gay hockey show when you shorten it to 'HR' but that does not stop my knee jerk reaction of thinking wow. what the hell is going on in that human resources department

clicking 'stay signed in'-buttons used to mean that u would stay signed in

Baa baa backstreets, have you any boys

it’s like i always say: fuck

bed of rice sounds like the coziest place to be

^ wet phone mentality