you got a fuckin problem officer
“Nope,” I whisper as I exit out of a fic with no paragraph breaks.
imagine how radical being a pet fish is like youre just swimming around and suddenly it starts raining food
bury me in armor so I’ll be ready for the skeleton war
*has tumblr open in three tabs*
this really cute customer came in today and i asked him how he was paying and he said ‘hasta la visa baby’ and then he blushed and cleared his throat and was like ‘um.. visa please’ and i kinda wanna marry him
its like the entire beach was glowing