last night i had a dream that i was playing minecraft and i noticed i had 77 blocks of cobblestone in one slot instead of it being capped at 64 and it was so jarring to me that it literally booted me out of the dream. like sure you can fly now and your childhood home is a pharmacy but 77 pieces of cobblestone? unthinkable. wake the fuck up.
so true.
the feminine urge to say ‘so true’ in response to every single thing
Okay now I know I'm bout hyperfixate on dick cause I cannot for the life of me bring that much creative passion GODDMOTHERFUCKENDAMMNN
I rewatched Dead Poets Society a few weeks ago and felt inspired to write this contrapuntal poem :)
James: Struts into the room with a pout*
Sirius and remus: looking at each other confused*
sirius -mouthing to remus-: -what's up with him?-
Remus: shrugs* evans a has been with me
Sirius: looking more confused,* ill ask
YO PRONGS WHATS WROOONNNGG
James:......
Peter: he's out of hair gel
William Fucking Byers
Mog, apologizing: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--
Jack: What's that?
Mog: Remorse code.
Jack: I'm even angrier now.
women. you agree. reblog.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL FOR ANYONE WHO USES “BLUEBUFFALO” FOR THEIR DOGS!!
my librarian / art teachers name is beth and I MADE A JOKE AND CALLED HER "BETHTIE" AND NOW SHE THINKS I HAVE A LISP BUT THE THING IS I DID HAVE A LISP I WORKED AROUND IT BUT I STILL STUTTER SOMETIMES AND IDK HOW TO TELL HER IT WAS A JOKE-