Baby Sparrows

You: 4/20 Me, an intellectual: 1/5

this gave me waking nightmares of nerds vaping on january 5 trying to make it a Thing like may the fourth but infinitely more smug

“Spring … And the cats bloomed ……”

imagine what the shitposting game in the amish country is like

I would devote 15 years of my life to becoming a restaurant chef, get on Chopped, ignore the basket ingredients, and make a raw red onion salad with a white truffle oil vinaigrette just so I could stare into Scott Conants eyes as he is contractually obligated to eat it

me thinking about my trauma: yeah but i lived bitch

If you love someone, you will always try harder

ive been trying really hard lately to break through my television screen so that one day ill be able to walk into the arms of my beloved Luigi

This is what I’m talking about

WH1L3 YOU W3R3 B31NG H3T3ROS3XU4L 1 STUD13D TH3 L4W

4/20 is in 11 days and i want you all to know i will not tolerate any weed jokes.  not on my good, christian blog

fuck yall with your “i want hickies and to nap with him and make out in the bath <3 relationship goals” posts. you know what i want? a smoothie and immediate death. 

some days you do big things and conquer the universe and other days you’re really proud of yourself for making a spectacular grilled cheese and not killing yourself but either way it’s all good 

a very important post

this post literally just turned my whole day around

a clownboy (half clown, half cowboy) says yeehonk

this is it. the worst post i’ve ever seen. my own two eyes are cursed