No Space, Just Close

this is still so fucking funny i’m sorry

the widnows scene was an unrehearsed improv done at 3 am, apparently all the script said was ‘they recognize each other’, (via aphony-cree)

my overwhelming need to be attractive at all times vs the voices of mary oliver and mitski telling me i don’t exist to be consumed, fight

every time i look at the mystery gang i have this like visceral feeling that someone is missing. but nobody ever is. who are they. what happened to them

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this . :)

calling tumblr 'tumblr dot com' is the equivalent of a parent calling their child by their full name when theyre angry

tumblr dorothy commercial you come down here right now

Their food ain’t even that great. Why get subpar, fast food when I can get something healthier, tastier, and/or more financially reasonable?

Why am I gonna go to BDubs for overpriced low quality food when I can freeze a ton of chicken to ration out over months, throw together some veggies, and mix my own spices for like a third of the cost?

Plus even if I’m going to spend money on going out I’m not going to spend $12.99 on what’s basically a box mix, I’m going to try to go to a local business that serves good food, often with way lower in sodium and fats, instead of a major corporation serving mediocre food

Maybe it’s because Applebee’s is fucking shit.

Applebees: Can it be that our food just isn’t good? Applebees: No, it’s the millennials that are wrong

maybe i wanna eat my wings in front of netflix instead of 500 screens each playing a different sport at the same time

That last comment made me slam the reblog button

my husband of twenty years: i love you me: he’s just saying that to be nice