June 2013
whenever i smile really hard at my phone my mom gives me this knowing look like im texting some guy when in reality my otp finally started fucking in the fic im reading
Us:
stuff you ask your mom:
- mom where’s my towel
- mom what do we eat for dinner
- mom what’s time is it
- mom where’s my phone
- mom when do you come back
- mom whats day is it
stuff you ask your dad
- dad where is mom
What a beautiful afternoon to sit in my yard and drink a milkshake
The boys…
They have arrived….
I HATE IT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO CONTRIBUTE TO A CONVERSATION AND YOU LIKE WORK UP ALL THIS COURAGE TO SAY THE THING AND YOU FINALLY SAY THE THING AND NOBODY EVEN HEARS YOU/ACKNOWLEDGES THAT YOU EVEN SAID ANYTHING AND YOU JUST FEEL DUMB AND UGH
no but women are so badass okay
because there will inevitably come a point in every woman’s life where she wakes up in a pool of her own blood and her reaction will be dammit now i have to do laundry
that is some suave superhero shit and you won’t ever be able to convince me otherwise
So my driving instructor texted me, and I was walking so I just typed ‘Ok’ and hit send and then I looked at it and was like WHAT
But as it turns out, my friends are entirely responsible for turning ‘Ok’ into a shortcut.
Cry
but what did your driving instructor say
WHAT DID HE SAY
THIS IS NOT A FUN CLIFFHANGER
I would marry this man





























