awkwardesires:

Everyone: you look tired
everyone: you look confused
everyone: you look upset
everyone: you look mad

me: IT’S JUST MY FACE

metawlika-pls:

daemones:

My dog runs to the other room, runs back with food in his mouth, lays on my feet, dumps all the food on the floor and then eats it. And does it like 19 more times.

fuck you he’s hungry

but why does he not just stay by his food bowl

chekhov:

praises:

endxer:

praises:

why aren’t there synonyms for “me”

because there’s no one else like you

that was surprisingly adorable

Myself

orima-kazooie:

ygocanonshuffle:

can you imagine being the mother of a yu-gi-oh character

you spend the nine months of your pregnancy so excited for your child, and then he’s born with hair like this

and you’re like, “shit, look at that hair. he’s obviously going to be a protagonist. what’s going to happen to him 15 years from now?”

“I don’t want to be a tragic backstory”