I’M DYING
me irl: speaks in a fairly monotone voice, doesnt smile a lot, literally gets told i seem dead inside
me online: uses double exclamations points!! says things like omg and aah and oooooooooooooh a lot. screams at cute pictures of cats
Phil Lester ladies and gentlemen, asking the real questions
this is the best thing the phandom has made bless
signs as things suburban housewives love
doctors: why are all your bones broken me: totally gnarly kick flip doctors: fucking savage bro
“your son died?! oh my god! i’m so sorry. h.. how, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“he couldnt exhibit enough self control to not submerge his fucking head in a river of chocolate”
The word “bed” actually looks like a tiny bed.
I smoke at 1:05, not 4:20 because I can reduce fucking fractions.
a godless heathen potato
Found the title of my autobiography
*gay intensifies*
are you saying there are people so gay they’re unable to be seen by humans
asexuals, pansexuals, bisexuals, and aromantics
