Idk why I keep getting sad over people that don’t give a shit about me.
what if the coins you find randomly at the bottom of drawers and in between couch cushions are actually from spiders trying to pay rent
Unknown (via dianekrugers)
when you feel your clothes fresh out of the oven
OKAY SO I REALIZED I USED OVEN INSTEAD OF DISHWASHER BUT I KINDA FORGOT WHAT IT WAS CALLED AND USED THE NEXT BEST GUESS I COULD THINK OF
It’s called a washing machine
i think its a dryer like who would be feeling wet ass clothes
this post is a fucking train wreck
American Horror Story: Murder House
as a serial killer my name would be the suspense so my victims would be like “oh no, the suspense is killing me” and we would both laugh right before i killed them
i want every single high school musical song played at my wedding
Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via bl-ossomed)