it’s a sunny day outside my window

So there’s this reservoir kind of near where I grew up named “Keyhole” and it’s kind of nasty. Like if you want to go fishing, you’ll probably be able to catch a catfish but good luck getting anything else. And the water smells…not good. Anyways, the other day I was talking to my grandpa on the phone and he was telling me about how he’d recently gone to keyhole and I said “keyhole?? Why’d you go there?” And he took a pause and he said “well, just no common sense, I guess” and that was so not what I expected him to say and so I’m here still thinking about that days later 😂😂

many locals call it pee hole

I’m a dumb bitch but one thing I’ve never been wrong about is loving Dean Winchester w my whole heart

everyone eat more vegetables NOW!!! and mention the last vegetable you ate in the tags so we're all on the buddy system. I'll start: bok choy

I offered somebody a penny for their thoughts and they gave their two cents. That's a 100% return on investment.

this girl was showing all the signs of being a secret mermaid so i pushed her into the pool and she turned into a forty foot long mosasaurus which is tbh way cooler

not really sure how to get her out though

for those of you asking why i pushed her into the pool in the first place: i work for a duplicitous small town aquarium and i'm trying to kidnap mermaids to jump through hoops and shit to entertain tourists and make money. fucking obviously. now that i know she's actually a mosasaurus though i Have fallen in pure-hearted love with her

I’ve had tumblr for 4 years but some of you bitches have had it for a decade. It’s time to seek penance

wait I’m curious now . Reblog this with how long u’ve been on tumblr for. Dating back to ur oldest blog ever !!!

we all need to take better care of our selfs or we might Pass away

sources are saying ohhhhhhhhh brother

iwtv continues to be so smart in its portrayal of memories and trauma, the way lestat’s memories of his family are so obnoxiously loud, everyone’s screaming all the time for no reason and everyone’s acting like caricatures, like an actual assault on the senses, as if lestat’s mind is filled with unbearable noise every time he thinks about them. lestat’s memories coming at him all fragmented and loud and violent, attacking him and beating him into submission as he desperately tries to escape them is such an interesting contrast to how louis would carefully weave a thread of his past pretending the glaring holes in it weren’t there