any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second
dom who sticks their fingers down your throat, asks you a question, and laughs when you try to answer
isn’t this just the dentist
went to college and came back wrong
Grading my 3rd graders papers and I see this ðŸ˜
man listening to a “song” on his “headphones” and enjoying a flavored handheld “snack”: i am waiting for a “walk signal” to cross the “street”
stegosaurus in that same spot 150 million years ago: leafs in front of me
nothing can break the bond between a friend who loves spoilers and a friend who just watched an amazing show and needs to tell someone the entire plot from start to finish
this whole “never repeat outfits” shit is not working for me. i get attached to one oversized sweater and that’s all you’ll see me in for a week