waking up cold: alright I need more blankies
waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.
dont go through an artists sketchbook without their permission
DONT GO THROUGH AN ARTISTS SKETCHBOOK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION
AND LISTEN TO THEM WHEN THEY TOLD YOU TO PUT IT DOWN
OR PEOPLE’S WRITING PLEASE IT’S SO EMBARRASSING WHEN SOMEONE READS SOMETHING YOU WROTE THAT WAS MEANT TO BE PERSONAL
*stirs coffee with a lit cigarette and then drops it in* have you ever heard of the smiths
Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup! Wait no, it’s a walking computer with a face.
old spice what the fuck
Science side of tumblr how do I become a jellyfish
Jellyfish have no brains. You’re already pretty close.