come hang out on my porch with me and watch me do homework!
i will supply you with one beer because that’s all i have!
it’ll be the most fun you’ll ever experience in your entire life!
ever!
:O
(via sweet-gherkins)
Do you ever just wanna sit next to someone and listen to everything they could possibly say about anything ever just because you like their face and their voice and their general existence
(Source: warmachinerox, via timelords)
Life Update
Went to the doctor today.
I have PCOS. Makes sense lulz. Cool. :|
Every time I see a picture of Hogwarts, my brain immediately whispers “there’s no place like home.”
It is not a conscious thing.
I’m weird.
Currently Accepting Applications
WANTED:
Bearded man who will snuggle with me, kiss my neck, and allow me to pet his beard as I so wish.
I am only half joking. Okay, I’m not even joking a little bit.
Thank you.
I have $150 in gift cards to spend on Amazon.
TUMBLR, WHAT DO I BUY?
Time for my online puppies and kitties class! WEEE COLLEGE!
I’m bored and waiting for my cousins to get ready to drive back to campus. I wanna be there right meow.
INSTEAD I BESTOW THIS PICTURE OF MY FACE UPON YOU, TUMBLR.
LOOK AT ALL THE THINGS I THRIFTED. (Minus the english telephone tea set thing that my lovely roommate got for me for christmas) :3
See that book? Wanna know what it is? An 1892 copy of Edgar Allan Poe’s poems. 1892!!! THAT IS A LONG TIME AGO.
And that is a weird piggy bank/milk holder thingy I found at goodwill and I like it AND IT WILL SAVE ME ALL THE MONIES.
And yesterday when I was in LaSalle-Peru with lovely school friends I bought those two candlesticks from a nice thrift shop. THEY ARE NICE.
And and and those two framed posters I got from the goodwill down the street for $5.00 each. HOORAY!
I apologize for how obnoxious I have been in this post.
Just kidding, I don’t care. HOORAY.
Reasons I Like Being Home Part 1
I can make myself real food instead of dorm food shit.
I wish I had a picture of this…it was beautiful.
Imagine: Scrambled eggs on a toasted, buttery piece of french bread. Topped with a crunchy slice of prosciutto and a light sprinkle of parmesan cheese.
I’m a damn chef.
The End.
Home for 10 minutes and already had a screaming match with the mother. Can I go back to school now?
Balls on everything. I’m so sleepy but alas, cannot sleep.
Balls on everything? That doesn’t even make sense…
