when i’m telling a story and a friend interrupts:
Tag: funny
anxiety brain: IM GOING TO DIE ALONE AND UNCARED FOR
the other side of my brain which is wearing a hawaiian shirt: [cracks another sparkling water] yeah probably
Ribbed condoms don’t even taste like ribs.
Who the fuck wrote this
I love locking my door like…you’re not coming in lmfao
me on public transit listening to music pretending like i’m in an indie movie

WHY DOES THIS POST GET EVEN WORSE EVERY TIME I SEE IT
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA AOH MY FUCKING GOD I CANT BREATH
me sneakin into the kitchen to eat shredded cheese directly from the bag at 3:47AM













