I hate these about me things, I never know what to write. I could tell you that I'm a senior in college or that I find myself hilarious and that I have a major Kanye West obsession, but that really doesn't explain what makes me...well me. Maybe someday I'll even find out who I am, but in the meantime this is my life.
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
me in any situation ever (via joshpeck)
Virginity only matters if you’re lighting the black flame candle to summon witches.
Actually, When people talk about “blood of a virgin”, what’s actually meant is “virgin blood”, aka blood that’s never before been used in a ritual.
Therefore, virginity doesn’t matter for anything.
*noises of comprehension and frustration that I didn’t make that connection before*
Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything