I Base My Growth And Maturity On How Many Of The Chocolates In An Assorted Box I'm Willing To Eat

Some days you feel like expanding exponentially, other days you feel like shrinking exponentially. This world is a mystery.

Man, it's really so far outside the realm of possibility in my brain that somebody would like me back that I got rejected by a girl in MY OWN FUCKING DREAM. Granted, she was way out of my league, but still like wtf.

made a beginners guide for the twitter newbies hope this helps <3

actively sabotaging myself by rearranging my playlist to play songs in an order that I know will have me break down in tears in a matter of minutes

Never thought that I'd be cackling like a mad scientist at the prospect of going to bed early, but here I am.

My brain gives me my dopamine on the sixth Friday of every month.

Reblog to have something lgbt happen to you this summer

Idk I just think that “I have empathy for the friends and family of those that were lost” and “based on everything we’ve learned, going down in that death-trap was an incredibly stupid decision and anyone could see that” and “it is ridiculous anyone would pay 250k to go see a mass grave, the wealth gap has gotten out of hand so I can’t find it in myself to shed tears for the men involved” and “it is heartbreaking a teenage boy was lost because he wanted to impress his father” are statements that can coexist.

Human emotions are grey.

Idea for a new profession. Anarchyologists. They go undercover as normal archeologists but then they take artifacts from one sight and move them to a completely different sight to confuse the actual archeologists.

Someone has messaged me with a link that they claim is the "best adult game". If it is not Skyrim I will be very sad.