you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
howdy y’all sweet iced tea hook em horns remember the alamo
The best thing about my roommate getting tumblr is that if he doesn’t reblog my text posts I can just go in his room and beat him up
he didn’t reblog this
Dearest Sherlock fandom:
HELP HOW DO HIATUS
Dear Homestuck Fandom
Sincerely, Sherlock Fandom
HETALIA YOU ARE LITERALLY THE CUTEST FANDOM CAN I HUG YOU
Day 5: In which the Sherlock Fandom is humorously unhelpful, and Hetalia is a good moirail.
Who the hell is this Tinkerbell?
Last I checked; Tinkerbell was a nasty cold, mean ass bitch like this:
And what about this:
Or even this as well:
So I ask who the hell is this:
Because she sure as heck ain’t Tinkerbell.
Amen someone finally brought this out
i have a theory that after she lost her fairy friends and has to put up with peter she becomes a takes no shit bitch
oh it got sad
imagine somebody who’s immortal having a gigantic room where all the walls are completely covered up with photos.
each one is of a different loved one whom they have outlived
STOP RIGHT THERE
ahhh this already has like fifty million notes but i just thought this was a really sweet idea… i didn’t get to draw the room as big as i wanted too ;_; but this is only 1/4th of that room or something!!!!
the wedding photo hurts the most
I hate it when you’ve been really on edge for a while and then you have a breakdown over a little thing and everyone thinks that you’re getting super upset about not washing your hair
Around 1 AM I turn into Nuka that psychotic lion from The Lion King II
gettiing real tiired of your 2hiit, KK.