doctor: are you sexually active
me: i'm not even physically active
The Seven Shittiest Sins
Greed: I want shit
Envy: I want your shit
Wrath: I'm going to wreck your shit
Lust: I'm into some freaky shit
Gluttony: This is some tasty shit
Sloth: I don't feel like doing shit
Pride: I am the shit
mcsnuggie: true self control is waiting until the movie starts to eat your popcorn
piercethefuckingsquidgy: theywillnotforceus: my bed describes my lifestyle single my bed describes my lifestyle queen.
I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk...– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via sickur) I love this book.
zxcvbnmloldiaz: Do you ever get that feeling when you know you shouldn’t get so upset over something so little but you can’t help it?
h0odrich: It’s not called cheating its called I need to pass this fuckin class
aristo-kitty: fuckyesquidditch: theybuiltastauteofus: I think I understand Quidditch more than I understand football. I know I understand quidditch more than I understand football. See, I’m not even sure which football you’re talking about. Don’t have that problem with quidditch.
kittyboy123: NOTHING PLEASES YOU PEOPLE. YOU COMPLAIN ABOUT IT BEING COLD WISHING IT WAS SUMMER THEN YOURE LIKE “OH GOD ITS SO HOT I CANT WAIT FOR HOT COCO AND CHRISTMAS SWEATERS” THE SEASONS ARENT HERE TO PLEASE YOU