S/O to the girls who tell u where they got their cute clothes from instead of pretending like they forgot

sarah what the hell

From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank you Sarah… for filming him instead of helping him.

U can really tell who’s been on tumblr more than four years because we all give up on networks and promos and our blogs become bizarre collections of obscure art and documentation of bad life choices

how do bugs get to the 5th floor of a building 

determination 

Cooking show I desperately want: Professional chefs compete to wow and astound totally amateur food critics who don’t know dick about shit. Get eliminated on totally arbitrary grounds such as “I don’t like sour cream.”

my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy. 

She just wanted you to clean the house

one thing i really like about myself is how im the greatest person alive

Thank you