vinegod:

When you trip and your spaghetti falls out your pocket by KingBach

reallyreallyreallytrying:

well well well. if it isn’t my old friend, the dawning realization that i fucked up real bad

Bono: I love you.
Bono's Wife: Oh I love you back!
Bono: you what?
Bono's wife: I love you also, bono.
Bono: say it.
Bono's wife (grumbling): I love you too.
*the rest of U2 comes from behind the wall and starts playing Vertigo*
Bono's wife: I hate this and also everything.

officialbaio:

étudier….

etud…

etu…

et…

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d…

dor…

dorm…

dormir.

stunningpicture:

Failed panoramic.

stunningpicture:

Failed panoramic.

putting stuff on that amazon wishlist feels like when youre a kid and you dont understand that your parents dont have money yet and you find a catalog in the mailbox and you use an orange marker to circle like every single thing and you hand it to your mom and she gets an uneasy look on her face and is like “ha ha yeah sure sweetie” and then you all go to vermont for christmas to visit your grandma and you get socks and an orange

its mainly beauty products/movies/art supplies/vinyls/stuff im too poor to buy right now

here’s a thing: if you buy me one of the art supply things on there i’ll do a lil commission for you!!! does that make anyone want to buy me shit? who knows

it me…. and my roomie…. playing sims…..

[High School kids] should stop reading Bukowski, and they should stop listening to people who tell them to read Bukowski.
Nick Cave (Rolling Stone, August 1994)