like a prayer for which no words exist

me at 15: when I’m 25 I’ll have my life together!!! me now: at…..45…..maybe I’ll be doing…kind of ok by then

i really don’t want to do any of this… i want to move into a cabin in the forest and chop wood and make soup like that’s it honestly

i don’t know why this is so fucking funny but IT IS

Tumblr is like a public space where I could just lie on the ground and take a nap and nobody would bat an eye

Therapists are just…. Common sense filters

You dont have to make the sandwitch

Shoutout to the people who don’t think double texts seem clingy or uncool text me all day spam me I’m into that kinda shit.

my budget is a fucking mess. i‘ve got the spending habits of a victorian dandy on the salary of a medieval serf. i’m living like post-incarceration oscar wilde with prime 2-day shipping

it’s wild how my face/my perception of my face changes so much on a daily basis. like some days I look in the mirror & am like ‘damn bitch you’re gonna start a war’ & other days are like ‘damn bitch not one (1) single ship would sail to Troy for you’

Hands down my favorite part of Night At The Museum is that it’s low key the plot of The Mummy (1999) but like, chill.

Like Rami Malek’s character isn’t like a mannequin come to life like the rest of them. He’s 100% a 3000 year old reanimated corpse. And everyone’s just fine with it.

He could just take the tablet and fully walk out of the museum and just live his life but he’s a bro and would rather be a glorified docent.

not gonna lie chief if your stance on incest shipping isnt an automatic “ew thats fucking abhorrent” then you will get these hands