if i sing around you i am 150% comfortable with you because i fucking hate my singing voice
when you know something doesnt fit in the fridge but you force the door shut and let it fall out on someone else
i am bored of tumblr but at the same time i am addicted to tumblr
Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree, because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch, or you might simply get covered in sap, and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors, where it is harder to get a splinter.
Sometimes I fall asleep with my hand on my boob cause I can. And it’s comfortable. Like a little hand pillow.
I was wearing my Gryffindor shirt while Christmas shopping and there was this cute boy in a Slytherin hat and we made eye contact and he looked me up and down and said “10 points to Gryffindor” and winked at me and normally I hate being hit on but damn son that’s the way to do it