i wasn’t meant for a 9 to 5 i was meant to be a menace and a burden

do nuns have pockets

they should invent a heart that doesn't try to break out of your ribcage when you attempt to talk to anyone

always get yourself that little pastry

Come get this dick-fil-a

I’m tired of y'all reblogging this every Sunday

"Come on baby, where'd all that fight go? Huh? Where'd it go, tough girl? Yeah I fucking thought so"

The way you treat animals matters to me.

never be good at your job. it's a trap. they'll just give you more and harder stuff to do and it'll pull you away from your true passion of writing gay fanfiction for people on the internet

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sadist who lays you down with bright eyes and a big toothy smile that's so contagious you find yourself grinning back with excitement growing in ur tummy until they say "you really aren't going to like this, baby"

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

This is the funniest thing ever, everyone else go home