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. 

what the fffffffffffffffheck

me trying to be more family friendly (via gnarly)

(Source: pfghhh)




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


how do people even put up with me like i cant even put up with me

(Source: subtle)