She hadn't made a milkshake in years for fear that they would return.. She starts the blender reluctantly.. In the distance, screams.. The boys had returned. They were. coming to her yard.

U know the moment we reblog this, three years from now a whole hoard of reblogs will crop up with ‘this aged poorly’ in the tags right

every day until christmas until you like it

daddy issues make u a people pleaser but mommy issues make u like. a sociopath

I’m so wifeable

I can boil water really good

You'll get more chances. At friendships. At relationships. At job/school related progress. At following your dreams. At chasing your passions. It's not now or never. There will always be other chances and other opportunities.

I’m a little bit obsessed with makeover/dressing scenes where the reveal is an undeniable downgrade from what the character started out with. Top tier comedy

IT’S STARTED

IT’S BEEN NOVEMBER JUST FOR FEW HOURS YOU ANIMALS

IM SAVING THIS IN MY FUCKKING QUEUE AND EVERY FUCKING NOVEMBER AT 12:00 AM IM FUCKING POSTING THIS

Omg I just saw this for the first time and I love it

Dear November, please be good to me.

it’s so frustrating when your fic ideas are bigger than your writing abilities 

even worse when your laziness is bigger than both your ideas and writing abilities

head full but i dont even know what’s in there

shoutouts to my mutuals who i’ve rarely ever talked to and have only absorbed vague information about me through my posts, i have no idea what you know about me and it haunts my every waking moment. hope y'all are doing well.