if u wear heels to school i have a few questions:
- i find it pretty fucking inconsiderate that my grandchildren haven’t used time travel to visit me.
- and frankly, i’m a bit offended.
- AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU GRANDCHILDREN?
- WELL FUCK YOU
- MAYBE I WON’T EVEN HAVE KIDS AND YOU WON’T EXIST
- HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT
what if we have tho
what if we just didn’t know they were our grandkids
what if your best friend has to constantly remind themselves not to call you grandma/grandpa
patrick doesn’t wear his glasses when he performs so that he doesn’t see past the first row because it makes him nervous if that isn’t the cutest thing ever than idk
real friendship is sending them a link to something terrible so you can both be traumatized at the same time
bye vagina it was nice knowing you
i marked this broken fan so i could set it in the hallway and one of us would remember to throw it away tomorrow but i immediately got really sad because it makes it look like it absolutely hates itself
ill be honest before seeing the caption i thought this was some pretentious art student photo about the frailty of the human condition depicted by a common household object that lost its primary function
sometimes i wonder what online friends imagined me looking like before they saw a picture of me
Rob talking about a stalker he had in Spain.
HE COMPLAINED ABOUT HIS LIFE.
TO A FAN.
FOR TWO STRAIGHT HOURS.
Bless this man.
the man. the myth. the legend.
I’m pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before but it’s definitely worth a second post.
Sometimes I just stop and think about this post
Lest you think it would be fun or feel good to be famous…
*gets A on test*
.02% rise on grade
*gets C on test*
I can’t even imagine how this shirt ends