if i die my funerals gonna be the biggest fucken party and you’re all invited
great, the only party ive ever been invited to and he might not even die
do you ever just kinda wonder what your selling point as a human being or friend is? like, what was the point at which people were like: hey, I’ll keep this human
"what did you even do before you joined tumblr"
HALF MY LIFE WAS SPENT ON THIS GAME.
the kid from the nanny mcphee movie is no longer a kid
i see no difference
I’ve never seen a grown man look so disturbingly like a small child.
when you make it to class just before the late bell rings