June 2013
31 posts
My life is about as organized as the $5 DVD bin at Walmart
when you know a song so well that you can listen to it in your head without actually listening to it
if a 99 pound person eats 1 pound of nachos that person is 1% nacho
Mi papá tiene 47 años= my dad is 47 years old
Mi papa tiene 47 anos= my potato has 47 assholes
I love spanish
When I die, I want to be buried with sunglasses on and my hands behind my head. So when I deteriorate, I’ll be the chillest skeleton in the graveyard.
May 2013
62 posts
i like how there’s barely enough room to fit a phone in the pockets of girl pants but in boys’ pants pockets you can perform your nieces baptism
one word: purses.
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lasagna is just spaghetti flavored cake
Reblog if your boobs glow in the dark.
Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
“You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.”
—Ziggy Marley
who wants to give up on society and go live in a treehouse with me
do you ever look around at the big crowds of people around you and realize everyone has a story and memories and family and troubles and achievements and a first kiss and a broken heart but you’ll never know any of it and every human life is really intricate and expansive but oh they’ve walked into a shop and you’ll never see them again and you’ll never know just what they were thinking
