Save Me, San Francisco.

kim-kanye-baby:

latenightvarietyblog:

imgonnamakeachange:

this is what dreams are made of

Sweet dreams are made of cheese

Who am I to disagree


"I guess"
— I disagree with you but ill let you have this one because I don’t feel like debating anymore with your simple ass (via monitormylife)

reginamas:

i just told my mom i died at birth and i’ve been a ghost this entire time just growing and manifesting into the daughter she’d lost

and she’s just like

well please go to the light because i am tired of your shit



geoffrmsy:

dekutree:

tbh I don’t see the fuss about having waiters/waitresses not being happy and enthusiastic like I came here to eat I didn’t come here to be amused by employees as long as I’m getting my food and they’re not being blatantly rude I don’t see why y’all need to go on yelp to rank a restaurant 0/5 and have an outburst on why your waitress didn’t smile at you when she poured you water

this is pretty fucking important


egberts:

"hey you have a zit on your-" YES. THANK YOU. I AM AWARE. I AM FULLY AWARE OF MY ACNE AND WHERE IT IS LOCATED. ALL YOU’VE DONE BY POINTING IT OUT IS HUMILIATE ME. THANKS. THANK YOU. THANKS A LOT.


imgildingthelily:

I like how Bobby built the panic room in case anything terrible happened but in the end it’s just been used as the Sammy time out zone. 


doodlecri:

I’m prouder of this than I should be

doodlecri:

I’m prouder of this than I should be


narcotic:

I love how girls are so chill like yea touch my boobs wanna snuggle heck yes but two guys will bump into eachother and be like woA NO HOMO MAN.