it’s eleven pm and I just finished my social/prom and it was hella fun but they didn’t give any dinner. so this is the story of me sitting at the kitchen counter eating leftovers at eleven pm.

sometimes when I’m lazy I like things instead of reblogging it because I can’t be fucking bothered to tag them. soz guys.

goldshirts-tightpants:

open letter to chris pine

dear chris,

first of all how dare you

deernuke:

*blows kisses at wifi router*

jakeenglish:

if we used to talk and don’t really anymore

chances are i miss the hell out of you

but i’ve assumed that you dislike me and that’s why we stopped talking

I’m so weird most of the times I don’t even know w h y