I hate when people cry in front of me like should I pat their head, should I grab their ass I don’t fucking know
is that an iPhone 6 plus in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
imagine if you woke up and your name was your url and you looked exactly like your icon
when you’re about to reblog a post but you see it’s made by a person you hate
i think dogs have elevator music playing in their heads at all times
"why do people choose between pepsi and coke, they both taste the same"
hello police? theres someone on tumblr holding a url i want hostage
I made a fort so I don’t have to read this bullshit
the worst is when you’re telling someone something or discussing a topic and someone interrupts and changes the topic completely and you’re left with all these things to say but no way of getting back to it unless the other person asks