I want a burrito.
Mostly yes, lol.
(Source: leilockheart, via xcountrygirl93)
:)
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—Sherlock - Call Me Maybe
jesus christ don’t ask questions just press play and delve into a new respect for the sherlock fandom
Relevant for the complex transformation I’m writing for my Literature class what?
(Source: moonwalk-into-mordor, via madamekovarians)
In those rooms, everything is permitted.
(Source: fin-i-c-k, via xcountrygirl93)
Oh dear goodness.
*flails*
I loved harp seals before all y’all. I had a picture of one hanging in my room above my bed when I was a kid.
Y’all don’t know about my love for harp seals.
I got given a little plush harp seal at my birth. It’s name was Sammie.
Who loved the harp seal before “y’all” now, hmm?
*clicks fingers*
(Source: peachypackrat)
Just the kind of day that makes you feel good to be alive alien.
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I want to change the world, instead, I
- sleep.
- listen to Ingrid Michaelson
- stay up late (lol, 9:06 is late for me, what?) and feel things, silly things
- worry about the future
- worry about expectations people have of me (grandpa dropped the “potential” word again today…)
- miss my girlfriend
- read One Day and smile at the underlined The Smiths
- destroy the alien horde on my annoyingly regular size television
- make pathetic tumblr posts about the size of my television
- shut up
Brotip (to girlfriends): Wear hoodies.
(Source: kryptoniteblonde, via t33nage-nightmare)
This guy has it right.
(Source: alexwise, via skeletonisland)
moledro
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
Does this include vlogger?
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