IT’S 2 O CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING AND I’M HOWLING MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND NOW I HAVE TO TURN THE COMPUTER OFF FUCK IT WAS SO WORTH IT
hahaha i have tears rolling down my cheek with laughter holy fuck
Just hanging off my chair with laughter and tears all over my face.
forever and ever and ever and ever and ever reblog
CI CANT SFUCKGN BREATNE
ommg omgomgmgiknsandisausa it hurts why is this even funny lmao
I CAN’T YOU GUYS IS THE CHICKEN A BONG BECAUSE THAT’S THE ONLY THING I CAN IMAGINE IT BEING
ahghgaaggh that poor thing i can’t stop laughing. what if is uncle is nuggets
ouch my sides. this made my day
JAMIE T JAMIE T JAMIE T JAMIE T JAMIE T JAMIE T J’AIME T J’AIME T JAMIE T J T’AIME JE T’AIME JAMIE T JE T’AIME
I might have a
slight rather huge crush on Rose Byrne and Jennifer Lawrence.
*robotic voice* System malfunction. Way of living unsustainable. Error. Error.
- Commence status report:
Mental health - damaged
Economic situation - wry
Consumerism - Max level reached
Environment - critically damaged
Priorities in life - distorted
- Suggested actions:
Do not wait for system to recover.
Do not make excuses for terrible behaviour.
Raise children to save the planet. Current adults have proven useless.
Do not teach children our crap.
- Re-definition of “richness” needed.
What is rich? What matters? Who is really the wealthiest?
What way of living is to strive for?
I rant about my friends. So much.
I don’t like that I do it, but people are such stupid buggers sometimes. Even though I don’t hate a person, I can even like them very very much, even people that I can admire, but at some point I will get angry with their behaviour and have a small (or exceptionally larger) rant about them. Mostly to my mom, or to my boyfriend.
And I’m very quick to judge. And I am quick to forgive. And I have many flaws. But bloody hell people.
Were you truly dropped in a bucket of stupid when you were children?
January 1st. I woke up late and we ate breakfast forever. I came home around two, and I think it still was the same day when I went out to the log cabin with the others.
January 2nd and 3rd. In the log cabin. We actually did get out to get some fresh air and walk around in the rain a couple of times. But inside there were more guitars, food, board games and harmonicas so after walking to the outlook place above the quarries from the wrong direction we went back inside.
We discovered a 10 cm knot on a muscle in my back. We stayed up until 6 in the morning reading poetry and sending some of it to a number someone had scribbled on a wall. The receiver wasn’t too grateful, but it was worth it. Sleep is underrated. Even when you have to squeeze together tree people in one bed and wake up and you can’t feel your feet.
Showers are underrated. Even when you forget to dry your hair before you fall asleep and wake up looking like Edward Scissorhands.
Today I’ve written two emails. Eaten tomatoe soup.
Oh, the accomplish-ish part. Yeah. I saw this thing, that if you write every nice thing on a piece of paper during the year and put the little pieces of paper in a jar, that’s a pretty nice thing to have for a new-years resolution.
I figured I’d do that. And I have a jar. But it was fillied with little sweets.
At least I ate all the sweets out of it… I haven’t cleaned it yet, and I haven’t come around to write about the nice things that have happened yet either.
Well. I’ll call it a day anyway.
Right now I’m watching “into the wild” with mom. It’s awkward. She has too much empathy with movies. But it’s a good film.
Hot guy that plays instrument:
Hot guy that plays instrument and SINGS:
The whole film was like a living artwork.
But I had a slight feeling of déja-vu…
The second one is from “The lovely bones”.
Which is also a completely terrifying and wildly beautiful film.
I have freckles. And I have freckles on my shoulders. But I want more freckles.