Bekah's Trashy Blog

I love "how do you do math?" questions. Here's how my brain does it:

How about you guys?

all the love in my stupid little heart is for u

Good ol’ Garf

love this garf

#wait this art style is so soothing

Someone: why aren’t you dating anyone? You’re young and attractive and college is the best time to-

Me, a STEM major:

Im very nice and caring but also filled with neutrality and rage

This post predicted the future

At my funeral, I’m gonna hire somebody with a scar to look over my body and audibly whisper “I should’ve been the one to finally take you out.”

Alternatively, they could also whisper “They won’t get away with this. I’m gonna finish what you started, old friend.”

They’ll have instructions to read the room and choose which they deem best fit

fill your body with cranberries so the horse that kills you gets a sensual surprise when he begins to feed

i will give the  horse that kills me no such luxury

Citizens of Pawnee

This is the absolute best post ever. The citizens of Pawnee are my heroes.

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

………my friend has made me curious

help me roger

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

Eh Roger is cute I might as well

That fish is so happy it makes me happy.

I have no luck right now. Halp.

Why does this have so many notes

because its not one of your posts.

Roger is precious to me.

you’ve heard of mom friends now get ready for: Anti-mom friend. they suggest every single impulsive thought that runs thru their head like “hey what if you jumped in that pond in the middle of the night” to the group while the mom friend begs them to stop

it’s time to abandon the responsibilities of school and jobs and move into a Scottish castle to live as hermit witches.

whenever anyone mentions that they were talking abt me I get this weird but kind of comforting feeling that I exist to a person outside of our own relationship,, like?? u talked abt me??? u thought of me when I wasn’t there????? i exist to u when I’m not around????!!!!!!?

‪anybody else want to sit in a big bowl of rice like a wet iPhone ‬

op are you okay

sometimes you just gotta indulge your inner 13yo and play online dress up games for 3 hours straight

you ever just get in bed and ur like yep this is where i’m meant to be

death of a bachelor is a good song

it’s a song about a dude being fucking stoked to marry his fiance and poking fun at the ‘marriage is the end right fellas’ culture by saying ‘guess ill die then! worth it!’ and i think that’s neat

walk into the club like wait nevermind can we go home