*gets memo that they are currently extracting an undetonated WWII-era bomb 250 meters from my apartment*
Interesting.
*sips tea*
“I’m sitting in a nursing home, talking endlessly about my high school sweetheart, my first love, going on and on about every little detail, as if they matter. Only, in my version, he’s there with me.”
Space bar:
it’s all fun and games until the-absolute-funniest-posts reblogs it
excuse you
I’ve always wanted to get my sai swords somewhere, but the fear of needles and sagging in the future outweighs the want. I have a packet of fake ones that I slap on whenever I’m in a feisty mood.
—Chris Colfer, on what he would get a tattoo of (x)
—Chris Colfer, on what he would get a tattoo of (x)
