It had been a busy but fun night. Lauren and Harry both came down to help you ice the brownies after they had finished doing their homework. Lauren’s pieces were works of art, with elegant swirls of frosting and tiny clumps of sprinkles covering her share of the dessert. Harry’s, on the other…
I can’t wait for the day that I get a small apartment in a big city with someone that I love. Like nothing excites me more, I find myself thinking about it at 3 am, my mind races, thinking about how we’ll decorate it. Be able to come home from work, make dinner together, hug them from behind while we wait. Eat and watch our favorite shows, go to bed and not have to worry about being apart because we have each other in our arms every night when we drift off to sleep.
Accordion to a recent survey, replacing words with the names of musical instruments in a sentence often goes undetected.
im so fucking angry
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE
WAIT SO THAT’S NOT WHAT IT IS
"QUICK THE COPS ARE COMING!" *everyone frantically tries to collapse their trestle tables*