i’m not like other girls
i was born with glass bones and paper skin
every morning i break my legs, and every afternoon i break my arms
at night, i lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep
damn, tyra. you might as well just write “i fuckin hate u” on the paper and give her that.
How do you become someone who puts stickers on fruit because I think I could do that
And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your talking dog
Fudge recipe on a headstone
I feel like I should make this just to be able to say a dead person taught me how to make it. Maybe I’ll do it for Halloween.
I desperately hope that she spent her entire life telling people that they could have her fudge recipe “over my dead body.”
That last comment is absolutely worth reblogging.
Do you think Ravenclaws ever argue with the door to their tower? I bet they do. Like, the eagle says their answer to the riddle is wrong, but they argue the point and the eagle eventually comes around to their side and lets them in.
well? can he????
Someone PLEASE explain to me why it’s impossible to shave the back of your thighs? It’s like magic hair. It never goes away no matter which way you shave it.
A recent trend on RTE (Irish TV) chat shows - random audience members turning to stare into the cameras during audience cut-aways.
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