Today, I read a PostSecret that said “I’m afraid my thighs will start to touch soon.” My thighs have always touched. I didn’t even know thighs weren’t supposed to touch. FMLBest FML ever. So true.
Sh*t RAs NEVER say.
Okay, one more video. This one is the most accurate.
With a 10-year-long hiatus between 1893 and 1903.
10 fucking years, guys. I’ve never even stayed in one fandom for more than 5.
Imagine if you live in the time of George Martin- oh wait, we’re doing that.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
No matter how many things I reblog, it always comes back to Sherlock.
every time someone reblogs my tags, the feeling i get is what i imagine winning an oscar is like.
and when people ignore my brilliant tags, i suddenly understand how leonardo dicaprio feels.
|Me:||I think I'm gonna go to sleep now.|
|TV:||lol but good shows are on.|
|iPod:||sleep? Is that a new app?|
|Sleeping position:||lol I'm not gonna be comfortable.|
|Mind:||what's the meaning of life though?|
|Tempurature:||lol it's too hot and too cold.|
|Noises:||oh, you said be louder? Okay.|