Tomorrow the Birds Will Sing!
We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via disjunct)
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blaring-car-horn:

Dat vest tho

blaring-car-horn:

Dat vest tho

best-princess-ever:

Talk about Progression

modestmgmtofficial:

everything’s so funny when u use the wrong measurement:

  • 5 gallons of homework
  • mouthful of lint
  • 20 degrees of facial oil
  • 7 pints of china
  • handful of fergi
  • 60 mph of dad

patterfuck:

I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust