it is very hard to write cover letters or make plans for the future or, like, wear clean tights, when you are actually not a human being but really are just a shapeless non-sentient mass of angst and nail polish and boy band lyrics.
Same.
(via devonbanks)
Do you ever wish your text messages were saved by category? Like, “texts sent during my high-on-ambien era”. Or “texts sent after 4 drinks”. I’d like to relive those moments.
Really dude? A baguette AND a cucumber? I think he might be trying to say something…but I can’t really put my finger on it….
Will someone bring me a mountain dew Baja blast? But like, it has to be from a fountain and preferably I would like the whole fountain oh and also the taco bell it came in.
I guess you’ve never really lived until you’ve taken a nap in a utility closet with a bag of potato chips after one too many tequila shots.
Up side: free drinks all night from my bartender boyfriend.
Down side: Swiss people listening to Limp Bizkit like its cool.
I’m so hungry I think I’m actually gonna cry. Also, I’m stuck on a fucking train to the airport and there is a burger waiting for me to eat it, at home. Life fucking sucks.
IS THERE A REASON
WHY MY SWISS LANDLADY REFUSES TO KNOCK WHEN SHE ENTERS MY APARTMENT!?
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
