drink your coffee. read your books. it's chaos out there.
hey there are worms on everything and i’m crying
Why’d you have a bag of 1000+ worms though?
did anyone ask michaelangelo what he was doing with all that paint? i think NOT
Isn’t it weird how we basically have an endless mental conversation with ourselves?
Ya she needs to shut up


Seeing where your elementary school friends end up is always fun.
A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it
oh shit my laundry
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