Oh my stars!

she’s distant! she’s incoherent! she’s sensitive! she uses escapism as a coping mechanism! she’s me!!!

sometimes a song overall is mediocre but theres like one brief portion of it that u wish you could steal with the photoshop eyedropper tool and expand into a full song of its own

listen. it’s 2018. it’s time to admit, finally, that bbc sherlock is, in fact, bad, and was only good because we watched it when we were 15 and didn’t know how to dismantle scripts that SOUND clever but are really just gold-flake covered shit

if i like you, we don’t have to go out on dates all the time, you can literally hmu saying you have errands to run if i wanna come with you. i’m down for that because in the end i just wanna spend time with you

not even risking that shit

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

☝🏾😂

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

Because wise, I am.

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

DO NOT LIKE THIS POST. REBLOG IT. NET NEUTRALITY

And job applications, too. A lot of big employers have web applications only and twitter feeds.

JOB APPLICATIONS. HOLY SHIT. 

I’m convinced bc I reblogged this on Friday, got hired at a job I had a million interviews for, went on a first date that went well, and got kissed a billion times so like hell ya to the luck cat

Always reblog, he is so pretty

Help me feline

sorry for all the haiku bot posts i reblog i just love haikus

There is a plausible theory that no IKEA employee has ever actually applied for the position. Instead, they were all once mere customers looking to buy reasonably priced furniture… But they got lost in the store, unable to find an exit. Each night after close, smartly dressed office people sweep the aisles for poor, aimless souls. They tenderly dry their tears, hand them a t-shirt, and whisper, “Welcome aboard.”