Quantum Nothingness.

Happy Valentines Day

Some of us love it, some of us hate it.

I have a Valentine and an anti-Valentine. I’d say this may be the best v-day yet. :)


This is how it works
You’re young until you’re not
You love until you don’t
You try until you can’t

You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else’s heart
Pumping someone else’s blood

And walking arm in arm
You hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does
You’ll just do it all again

– Regina Spektor

She wa’ thirsty girl.

(the only reason I’m reblogging is because I couldn’t reply to the previous reblog and leave that HUHlarious comment you just read.)

(Source: tiffanydeenise)



Holy suckdick look what my dad’s African girlfriend talked him into getting me for my birthday!!?

Sadly it’s not orange, it’s white to match my cellular device, but my sheets make it look orange and now I’m drooling.


Now taking applications for a new best friend.



Ummm THANK YOU for this submission, whomever you were… Whomever, right?






My friend gave me a surprise because she just wanted me to squee. Which I did.


Little did I know I’d squee again later upon discovering my NEW CARD HOLDING DEVICE. Which looks strangely identical to the tiny French fry holding device my friend gave me earlier that day…


Sometimes

things happen that make you really sad, and somehow you manage to will yourself into a state of numbness. But then you hear a certain song, and suddenly you remember that you have a soul.

I am so fucking grateful for moments like those.


What should I watch on Netflix

that will make me feel better??


I’ve officially been cheated on by 100% of my girlfriends. Given that award winning streak, I think I’m done with meaningful human interaction for probably ever.

PS Make one “go straight” joke and I’ll literally never talk to anyone ever again. And that will happen post-murder-frenzy, most likely.



I’m sorry, but you are NOT a Carebear.



I don’t understand people and I don’t understand religion.



Twinsies.



My morning commute.


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