Yeah, I’m gonna run this meme template into the ground.
please wait in line, i can only have one existential crisis at a time. thank you.
i need an adult.
and maybe a lawyer.
*screams for 30 seconds straight*
this has been a test of my emergency broadcasting system.
okay, i’ve had enough of today.
*climbs into dumpster*
had the sort of night best described in passive voice:
mistakes were made.
damage was caused.
a cab was called.
you say i can’t just run away from my problems. i say i can do anything if i believe in myself.
you say “making poor life choices” like it’s a bad thing…
look, when i said that this week couldn’t possibly get any weirder i didn’t mean that as a challenge…
ugh, this universe is broken.
can we get a new alternate one?
i hate when people start saying something with, “if you know what’s good for you…”
look at me. i clearly don’t know what’s good for me.
okay the vents are actually pretty cozy.
i see the appeal here.
running away and joining the circus only seems like a good idea until you meet someone who actually did it.
all i want for xmas this year is like a hundred naps.
“it’s all totally under control”
— she said, unconvincingly
one of the problems with being a superhero is that you think you’re just going out to pick up a pizza and you end up with side quests.
Well Friends It Appears I Have Mistakenly Locked Myself In The Basement Of An Abandoned Dave And Busters Yet Again
i honestly don’t even know which of you all to @ on this one.