I’ve lived in Washington state my whole life, but never visited Mt. St. Helens, yet it’s a place that’s on my fucking bucket list. My shit is so not together.
oh my god. my whole life i’ve always been told that my grandfather died in his sleep from a heartattack. BUT MY MOM JUST TOLD ME HE DIED DURING SEX. lkajdlkasjdlkjsalkfjalkjsdlsakfaad;f. His heart gave out after climaxing during intercourse with my grandmother oh my god. He was groaning, but my grandma just ignored him and then he stopped breathing lmao. omg. i can’t handle this, i’m so uncomfortable lmao. fuck.
me in the 3rd grade talent show
no you guys. like i was literally in the talent show with my best friend in 4th grade and we did a dance. i swear to god it probably looked exactly like this omfg.
i have literally done nothing all summer.
I can’t hang with people who spit out snide little slut shaming comments.
Sorry, not fucking sorry.
I can literally hold like a fifteen minute conversation with my cat that consists of me making a meowing sound, and her duly reciprocating.
I’m finally like slightly getting my shit together.
The best decision I made all summer was watching all four seasons of Bob’s Burgers. #NoRagrets
Driving past this lake was a near spiritual experience.
Traveling south from Whitehorse before sunrise.
Yukon Territory, Canada, early October 2013.
Puberty caused my brother to become incredibly photogenic.
(I’m so jealous of his eyebrow game).