dont u hate it when u have a romantic dream about someone who u never thought about in a romantic way and then u wake up and have some weird crush on them like wtf subconscious why u gotta do this to me
— me whenever I’m home alone (via spicy-vagina-tacos)
you got designer shades just to hide your face and you wear them around like you’re cooler than me and you never say hey or remember my name and its probably cause you think you’re cooler than me
friend: i’m getting mcdonalds you want anything?
me: i don’t have money
friend: it’s all good, i’ll pay
we usually always put our url in the source on all the shit we post, so you can carry on perusing tumblr knowing there is no righteousness going on here today