My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.
“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:
“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.
“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.
“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.
“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”
“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.
michael awareness poster
It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.
me: *trying to take my socks off but they keep getting stuck on my heel* oh fuck. goddamnit.
the extractor fan in a bathroom in Norway that has an intrinsic link to my spirit: *momentarily whirs louder*
this picture is so funny to me divorced from context. i think more amusement centers should just remind you of your mortality
it is so embarrassing to be losing my mind over a tv show and all of the stills look like this
and it WILL be the most thrilling piece of television you have ever watched
me: “sorry ): can’t come!! got so much to do at home”
me as soon as im home:
asked my cat if he wanted dinner or the slop that kills him and my twin was like "he can hear you, you know?" and when I looked down at my cat he was like this