this is my grasp of how football works: two teams of men want the ball very badly but are incapable of sharing it. one team attempts to deliver the ball to their holy ground while the other attempts to prevent this. occasionally an evil man will appear and speak curses to the men, causing them grief and dishonor

now that i’m older i’m realizing even though joey was painted to be this dense womanizer with subpar acting jobs, he actually worked his ass off for each role he got, was caring towards his friends, and was really sweet and open towards women. ross on the other hand

bestfriend | Mellow Fellow

me: *doesn’t hear from best friend for a day*

me: omg are we drifting? we’re drifting. I don’t know what is happening in your life. I’m so out of touch. We don’t know each other anymore. What is our friendship?

im usually very anti-picasso and anti-great modernist painters in general but i just found this painting he did of a cat check it out

i like it

me: haha why do people always yell at the tv when they watch sports? you know the football players can’t hear you, right?

me watching chopped:

me if i owned a foosball table

someone: hey whats up

me: i own a foosball table

rub my back and make my decisions for me

one of the most inspiring things i’ve ever seen was my co-worker quitting on the spot over an argument and proceeding to purposely make eye contact with my manager as she walked out of the fire exit, making the entire stores alarm go off. it’s was on a level of spite i can only dream of achieving.

nothing better than hanging out w a cat….. love those triangle ears……….. love thos meows…. the mrows….. the mews, if you will,