when jenny slate said “and the truth about me is not that i’m really volatile and i’m unstable, but that i’m really vibrant, and the color of my sorrow is just as bright as the stripes of my delight”

Cause it slaps next question

the real reason i always tuck my feet under the covers at night is so that tarantino can't get me

next week i’m seeing a screening of sorcerer’s stone at david geffen hall while the new york philharmonic plays the score in real time and i’m probably going to die of dehydration from crying so much.

anyone who uses the word overpopulation gains my immediate mistrust

no one talk to me today i diagnosed myself with female hysteria

fleetwood mac and cheese :)