I could write a very long, well-worded post explaining my profound dislike for Margret Atwood as an author but i’ll just
"Tony has made coffee, grinding the beans herself; she serves it with cream, in defiance of cholesterol."
leave you with that.
if you want a good laugh just remember usher’s facial expressions in beyonce’s naughty girl video
usher sees da booty
usher is 4 years old
da fuq is that smell
good lord in heaven pls save me from the stank why me
that dum song firflies with dog and cat instead of person
whats up w/ grown men who look at all the evils of the modern world and go “the real enemy is teenage girls, with their duckface and their smartphones and their selfies and their boy bands. they are destroying culture”
-- n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via ancient-serpent)