Reblog For Something T4t To Happen To You This Summer.

Terms i will now be using in my daily life because i cant find any other alternatives (and their definitions! Yippee!)

- Hot restart - when you go into a hot place/area and it set your whole body temp to a higher degree. I do this when my legs/hands are too cold and sweaty and the rest of my body is warm asf

- Cold restart - the same thing as a hot restart except i do it in an area with lower temps. For when im overheating anywhere on my body

(This will be getting added to)

They are perverts and need to mind their business

My teeth cannot touch tips or else The Thing will happen and I Will Die.

I fear the Target Audience have no knees

Do a little dance. Make a little love. Get the FUCK down tonight.

sexy knights. sexy wounded knights. sexy wounded weary knights. sexy wounded weary knights in the rain. sexy wounded weary knights in the rain pledging their loyalty to you.

The universe, methinks.

Guy Fieri and Oscar Wilde reside on the opposite ends of a spectrum. I don't know what the spectrum is, but one of them is in the one extreme end and the other is in the other extreme. I don't know how or why.

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

Im afraid thats what going to the doctor is for

bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.

Context: i am on my twin sized bed. A pile of blankets to my left, myself in the middle, and my legs srawled to the right with my knee at the edge of the bed.

My cat: comes, sits in front of my knee, and yells at me.

Me: "Dude WHAT do you want?" I look over to see he is patiently waiting for me to move my leg as if hes never walked all over me before and he'll never (he will) do it again, so i move my leg.

My cat (his mames milo btw): walks over to my face, yells at me, turns around and sits down. He is now aprox. A foot and a half away from me with his back turned to me. And has the audacity to yell at me, again, except now he wants me to pet him.

Me: "okay, asshole." I pet him

Milo: HE WALKS AWAY FROM ME AND GOES AND LAYS UP AGAINST MY KNEE AND SULKS. And after about 20 minutes of laying and doing nothing he then walks all over my thigh, yells at me some more for pets, and then lays just barely within reach of me to pet him, and gets mad at me when i pet him in his favorite spot.

Is this what its like raising children?

"I love knowing what's going on in your head please never stop" marry me pretty pretty please