at the club fucked up on kerrygold pure irish butter

To live for the fuck of it all

wheres your whimsy. wheres your fucking whimsy

the horrors are endless. but we stay silly :3

I was a pretty weird outcasted child so one of the greatest wonders of my adult life has been realizing that you can just go someplace and meet some people and casually make some friends, and they might not be in your life forever but you can hang out for a while, and then you can go somewhere else and do it again, and again, if it doesn’t work out no biggie, etc.

the stranglehold this image has on my brain. every time someone mentions that they're going to the bathroom my reflexive response is always "go piss girl", like saying "bless you" in response to a sneeze

they need to make it possible to listen to music at an infinitely high volume without permanent consequences for my ears

“what do you listen to?” music. “what kind of music?” the kind that gets my dick hard what the fuck are these questions

people on here love to call themselves a perverted freak and then post the most conventionally attractive steam engine you've ever seen

surely the conses wont quence

whoever made that post that's like "depressed people aren't listening to sad music they're listening to wild ones by flo rida at 7 in the morning" has ruined my life. sitting in my car outside work right now feeling like shit emotionally but at least hollaback girl is playing on the radio

this shit is bananas.

If my silly levels get too low I die

girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived

shut up

Walking around the city and punching people til they die cus its fridayyy

comic about slop

be careful this is exactly how weeaboo got started, almost beat for beat