I like stuff. I love some stuff. I'm 30 years old, and ain't nobody telling me what stuff to like anymore.
You guys have no idea how often I’ve clicked over to your blog to send you a sentimental message and slowly backed away at the last minute because I decided it would be too creepy.
Send ALL the creepy messages. For reals. You never know when you just might make someone’s day.
Sometimes I think to myself, “do I really want to buy another chocolate bar?”
And then I remember that there is a super volcano under Yellowstone that is 40,000 years overdue and when it erupts it could potentially cover most of north America in ash and create a volcanic winter that kills half the worlds population
And I’m like, fuck yeah I want that chocolate bar
This is one of the most inspiring posts i’ve ever seen
me: *playing an rpg*
me: I'm gonna be the villain this time
me: *starts to feel bad and makes good choices*
peekaboo is essentially just making fun of babies for not understanding object permanence