i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like
"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital
does anyone wanna have a crazy unhealthy codependent once in a lifetime romance with me yet
https://www.indeed.com/careers/gods-favorite-sacrificial-lamb
Saw x au where everyone wears backwards baseball caps to signify the movie takes place in the past
th3_s3nsitiv3_snack3r: just burst into tears after learning my preferred brand of onion dip would no longer be sold (╥ _ ╥)... but later felt true, human joy when i tasted the newest flavor sour of gummy bears (,,> ᴗ <,,) just another day in the life of me, the sensitive snacker
thinking about how milk jugs are so perfectly designed; not a bit of wasted space. the handle is part of the container as well and you can clearly see how much of the liquid is left. genius. im thinking of eating the mushroom growing in my frontyard whole. if even one person is nice to me today i will kiss them on the lips
Me: *scrolling tumblr*
Castiel: I love you
Me: Dear god what’s happened now
u don’t touch this bitch for one (1) day and the spiders start living lavish
Dante And Virgil In Hell, 1850 - oil on canvas. — William-Adolphe Bouguereau (French, 1825-1905)
We no longer have mornings like this, do we..
