Come on Eileen by Dexy’s Midnight Runners
when i forget to log into ao3 and i have to click proceed to see an adult fic, i actually get a kick out of it. like i am an old timey queen and my bard is apologetic: “gentle lady, dicks doth touch in this next ballad. would you prefer another?” and i give him a gesture of command like, “nay, you may proceed, minstrel. bring forth the tale of dicks”
this is, inarguably, the best picture all convention
get to know me: [1/5] favorite tv shows: Shameless
"People fuck up. That’s life. Family is supposed to be forever. They’re supposed to take care of you regardless of what you do. That’s the whole point. Otherwise… why bother?"
the person who named the umbrella meant to call it brella but they hesitated
when the doorbell rings and i know it’s the pizza guy
I don’t know why I feed on emotion
There’s a stomach inside my brain
I don’t want to be heard, I want to be listened to
Next thing you know, I’ll be going bald.
I peel bananas from the “correct” side which is unconventional and it makes me feel superior
i microwave my banananas for 999 minutes and burn my hands trying to peel them
wouldnt the banana like
i don’t give a shit