If you don’t think Azrael doesn’t go around the bunker, bursting out singing any song by Journey then you’re wrong. ;-;
Well, I tried to post a cute video of my bum but tumblr said no so 🤷🏼♀️😂
GUYS GUYS GUYS
I have my own room at college this year so I CAN BLAST T SWIZZLE ALL DAY EVERY DAY WITHOUT ANYONE YELLING AT ME OR GETTING ANNOYED
*peaks out of favorite hole*
had Rapunzel hair?
harry murmuring “and if you’re looking for someone to write your break up songs about, baby I’m perfect” is a big middle finger fuck you to the all media that cast him as a womanizer 🙌🏼
i either look too far into the future or too hard at the past
and doing both of those things make me sad when something crashes and changes something that i enjoyed or looked forward to
and when that happens i also crash
I’m on duty and I’m so scared to lose my professional phone that I go to the toilet with it
I really wanna feel your heat on me, even when we take a shower together
There’s always comfort going to my safe spot… Until I wake up the next morning and my arm stings and hurts like a bitch
Literally had the best sex of my life today ugh it was so hot
of COURSE benedicts ice bucket challenge would be the best one, OF BLOODY COURSE
*walks around the house humming the tokyo ghoul op*
the other day I bought a faux rose gold wristwatch from Forever 21 for a very reasonable price and I’ve been wearing it ever since because I love it
By tomorrow night, I’ll have done 39 hours in the space of three shifts. That doesn’t include the three hour meeting I had this morning, and I did nine on Tuesday and have six on Sunday to go too.
57 hours in one week.
And I’m not even a manager or a deputy manager.
I want a medal.
And to sleep for a week.
i want a hamilton in the streets, but a jefferson in the sheets
and maybe a hamilton in the sheets too idk
So I’ve got the thing memorized and some thematic points I just am nervous about the grammar questions.
Are we just a series of neurons firing or do we actually have souls? What is sentience? How did we get to where we are? Why do we think? Is there some plan to it, or are we the universe’s happy accident? Why do we have such a grasp on logic? And what is so logical in existence to begin with? Why are we? Why?
the worst thing about my cat is that he sleeps anywhere like you look in the mud room and he’ll be sleeping in your shoes and then you go to a cabinet and get a plate and he’ll be in there?????
kurt opening that door for brody
its like qaf help