Because we’re happy.
I feel like a fat FAT cow, and it makes me want to cry and kick and scream and eat cereal even though that wouldn’t make me feel better at all because I’d be eating bad, bad carbs, and yes, I know this is a run-on sentence, but I don’t care because I’m upset which means I can do whatever I want!
/stomps around with arms tucked in and roaring
- Realise all aesthetic choices are subjective.
- Realise that they might think they look sexy as fuck.
- Remove yourself from the vicinity until you’ve learned to get over your fatphobia/transphobia/misogyny/racism or combination of those.
No.
(via paigeesther)
Oh god, I was planning on having kids in 4 years.
Guess who hasn’t done anything all day?
Me.
Guess who laughs in the face of danger?
Me.
Guess who does bad things on a regular basis?
Me.
Guess who likes to eat cereal for all meals of the day?
Me.
Guess who likes to watch the Food Network and Cartoon Network only?
Me.
Guess who thinks she is a kitty?
Me.
Guess who has pillows that smell like fun?
Me.
Guess who is drinking coffee?
Me.
Guess who has a mom that calls her Pooh?
Me.
Okay. I’m done now.
— Margot Tenenbaum (via thewarmestchord)
(via paigeesther)
214-Leave me a ridiculous question:
What is the first thing that you plan on doing during the zombie apocalypse?
Scream, “IT’S HAPPENING! IT’S REALLY HAPPENING!”
mutethepanda asked: On a scale of one to America, how free are you this weekend?
I don’t know when you asked me this, but I’m free tomorrow!
Ice cream + trazodone





