ibnuprofen:

hotdog-friend:

is that butter

no it’s stonehenge

I can’t believe it’s not butter

awed-frog:

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

vampireapologist:

vampireapologist:

I just drove my uncle and myself to the hardware store, and he said to me “Molly, I want you to know that being Catholic doesn’t change anything. If you someday get married, your wife will be welcome in this family. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

That is really nice, but I am not gay???

I’M LAUGHING SO HARD. SPOILER ALERT 2012 ME; YOU’RE SUPER FRICKING GAY.

roseys:

Virgos be right

just-shower-thoughts:

No matter how old we are, blankets will protect us from the monsters during the night.

you see a tiny sign planted in the ground. bending down to read, you just make out, in impossibly tiny script “a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other”