*raps nervously* don’t be mean to my friends *fumbles with the mic* i’ll kick your ass *starts crying* i’ll kick your ass so hard *breaks down in tears* n-nigga…
IF YOU DON’T SHIP MY OTP I SWEAR TO GOD i’ll be okay with that
YOU DON’T LIKE MY FAVORITE THING, I’M GONNA respect the fact that you have your own taste
concernedresidentofbakerstreet:
is it data or data
is it route or route
is it caramel or caramel
is it either or either
is it read or readis it lead or lead
Maybe its Maybelline
I hate how any English speaker knows exactly what’s happening here.
my mother must be so proud of her lazy, rebellious, anxiety-ridden, depressed child
your mother must be so proud of her strong, smart child who lives each day dealing with anxiety and depression and still holds on
oh man wow
friendly reminder that you don’t owe your mom kindness and love if she hasn’t shown you any, and that family members don’t automatically deserve all your respect if they treat you badly. don’t let anyone make you feel guilty about how your parents treat you.
legend has it that if you give an offering large enough tumblr user pizza will appear on your blog
seriously though i bought three fucking pizzas for this shit





