Could be anything, could be nothing
i was in the car with my mum today and she stopped reversing and looks at me and was like “is that a hickey ??? On ur neck ?????? did a boy do that to u ????????? i thought u’d be alone forever on ur laptop.” the hickey was a bruise from where i accidentally shot myself in the neck with a nerf dart while trying 2 recreate a scene in star trek. my life is so pathetic even mum wants me 2 get some
stop reblogging this
"Your circle…it’s flawless. Do it again."
what kind of sorcery….
IMPOSSIBLE STOP IT
In every generation, there is a chosen one…
MY MIDDLE SCHOOL SCIENCE TEACHER WAS SO GOOD AT DOING THIS SHE WENT TO A COMPETITION FOR IT. THERE ARE PERFECT CIRCLE DRAWER COMPETITIONS.
She looks like Cleopatra or something brought into the future. Powerful stare like, “All the Ceasar’s be fallin’ for me.”
OMG that second gif makes me feel like she just declared war and we’re all gonna die and I’m totally ok with that
"Have you ever fallen in love with a fictional character?"
Something I realised, after having to help many international tourists count out their change, is that American coins don’t actually have the number value on them??? Like no wonder all these poor tourists are so confused
it just fucking says one “dime”
what the fuck is a dime
how much is it worth
whose idea was this
oh my god i never even realized that what the hell we all just sort of know what they’re worth through some sixth sense bullshit