parody of a tragedy

me after picking at every lump bump spot and scab on my face with my dirty hands in my bathroom mirror for 20 minutes straight: wow I wonder why my skin is so bad....

reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

OIL PAINTING

WHAT THE FUCK.

why haven’t I seen anyone posting about that giant fucking baby penguin in Melbourne that’s bigger than some of the adults already

You should be able to rot in bed for 2, maybe 3 hours after waking up before it starts affecting what time it is. If I wake up at 8:30 and lie in bed for 2hr it should still be 8:30 when I get up

i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera

its september time to build a new life

I feel like I should just queue this to post once a week but at random times

its september time to build a new life

my nosy ass is reading the tags and wait.. its very touching to see everyone going thru their own unique reinventions in their own little lives.. heartwarming even. im rooting for all of u

wish there was a non rude way to be like “I understand your criticism, I don’t even necessarily disagree with it, but I am doing these things on purpose, because I like them and I want to, and therefore your opinion has no value, because you might think me painting a room entirely pink is tacky, but I did it on purpose”