why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4am
(Source: telapathetic, via unpopuler)
at this point my blood is probably 4.3% pasta sauce
when i make a joke to myself and no one’s around to hear it
No but I can just imagine a person bursting through the door screaming “I NEED YOUR HELP. IT’S A NINE” and everyone in the shop stops and all collectively goes “Oh shit” and the florists start working frantically while the man/woman just stands there looking scared as fuck while the other customers are trying to figure out what they did.
that must be bad if it’s a 9 on an alphabetical scale.
IM FUCKGIN CRYING
(Source: subgirlygirl, via mal86hans)