off to better things

Tumblr isn't social media, it's a habit. Like smoking. We're all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

women in S.T.E.M (smuggling, treason, embezzlement, murder)

i woke up tired like 8 years ago and i haven't recovered since

the person who played the second videogame of all time must have been like "getting major pong vibes from this"

Fuck the system also I love making out

despite all my rage i am still just a girl in a room

still obsessed with u like it’s day 1

Little things mean the most, always.

Matching shirts that read “You seem a decent fellow, I hate to kill you” and “You seem a decent fellow, I hate to die”.

making people laugh is literally the best feeling ever