#sockish

James T. Kirk is a genius with MASSIVE dumb bitch energy.

The other day I asked my boyfriend if he wanted me to send something sexy and he said sure so I sent him a recording of myself reading the communist manifesto after inhaling helium.

Singing along to a song in the car is literally either the absolute cutest thing in the world, or the absolute worst thing ever, and it’s entirely based on how much you like the person who is singing.

My friend thinks I'm a hipster because I have a record player but actually I only have it because I won it on an Iranian game show after my roommate smashed my CD player with his spongebob baseball bat because he was on mushrooms and I was too lazy to buy a new CD player.

So, I was at comicon today and there was a guy cosplaying as Cas, and I got excited and said “look, there’s Cas!” And the turned around to look at something, and when I turned back around he was standing right behind me, and I screamed and he just looked at me, and said “boop,” poked my nose, and walks away and it was honestly a spiritual experience.

Imagine if parents cared as much about you get 4 out of 8 hours of sleep as they would about you getting 4 out of 8 points on an assignment.