Mobile blogging a.k.a only reblogging text posts because none of the pictures load
Due to a grocery list oversight, I was forced to use the “backup body wash” supply, so I smell like a pomegranate today.
This means I now share two qualities with the Mediterranean fruit; the other similarity being that my seed is edible, ladies.
Gross. I’m really sorry. I think I went too far. I’m going to post it, but I’m not pleased with myself.
The amount of questions Bastille asks in thier songs really stresses me out
are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?
like idk dan you figure it out
- Charles Bukowski (via hungry-horny-feminist)
whoops my webcam was on making gifs when i was using my computer lol
it’s weird how yogurt is almost exclusively advertised to women
let the men develop weak bones