“I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.”
— Mark Z. Danielweski
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“I want something else. I’m not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it’s drenched in sunlight and it’s weightless and I know it’s not cheap. Probably not even real.”
— Mark Z. Danielweski
that one time on Hotel Hell when Gordon Ramsay fed the owner’s dog some shitty bread and then was afraid he killed her
He checked her pulse
deactivating my bones tonight for a little blob action
tumblr mobile: yo. ur connection? *slaps my flaccid router* its fuckin chungo dude
why is this so true
why would i lie to you?
me, at 3 am: babe wake up … I figured out the jonbenet Ramsey murder case
my husband, groggy, the fourth time this week I’ve woken him up at 3 am with that statement exactly: ok let’s go over the facts,
customer: says some rude shit to me me: says literally anything back them:
life gets so much better when you realize you can literally do whatever the fuck you want if you dont care what anyone thinks about you
ask your doctor if the moon is causing all this