It’s 11:30 pm and I need raw cookie dough like I need air in my lungs.
I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna drive to Wal-Mart at midnight in my pajamas and buy a roll of cookie dough because I’m an adult with my own money who gets to make his own decisions.
I am so, so proud of you.
When kids ask me what its like to be an adult, I will show them this post. Thank you.
cop: who the hell ordered all these pizzas
me: you said i got one phone call
THESE BANANAS WERE
TATTOOED WITH A TOOTH-PICK.
*gives up on life*
imagine if women could be popular lets players or video game reviewers on reviewers. imagine if women could do that and not be relentlessly harassed. imagine if the gaming community wasnt still a sausage fest in 2014. imagine
when steve rogers sleeps for 70 years he’s hailed “a hero” and “an icon” but when i take a five hour nap my mom says i’m “lazy” and “need to find better ways to spend my time” such bullshit
twinkle twinkle little star
why is art so fuCKING HARD
twinkle twinkle little FUCK
I give up.
This is my anthem
your body is 93% stardust so dont give up little star (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
i’ve always scoffed at those “oh my god europe is tiny”-posts but we just took the wrong exit driving back to our cabin and we literally ended up in norway and decided to just stay for dinner so yeah
this just happened AGAIN jesus fucking christ there isn’t even a sign that says welcome to fucking norway you’re just there all of a sudden
I could miss an exit and still stay in my state for another 8 hours.