My parents are going to India and Zurich and Paris for three weeks, and I am so jealous I can’t cope.
Dad tells me that they’re going away for three weeks in July, and my automatic response is “don’t worry, nothing will happen to the house.” My actual thought process is “yay. Party!”
(Source: brocius, via longistoodtherewonderingfearing)
Leggings are pants and if you think leggings aren’t pants its probably because you are mad that you don’t look good in them
Do I make bad life choices and drink my remaining cinnamon whiskey tonight? Or do I make good life choices and only drink the ciders I bought.
I have a cold. So instead of doing anything productive (like writing some of the 6000 words I have to write) I’m lying here wondering if 9.30pm is an acceptable time for an adult to go to bed.
realising that we’re almost halfway through the year 2013 and i have literally achieved nothing
(via longistoodtherewonderingfearing)
Tonight a friend sent me a photo of darkness, with the caption “totes dickpics and you wouldn’t even know.”
LOL. I am 8000% done.
There’s no one I’d rather be able to look so nice and also so horrible with than this girl.
There is nothing I like more than a babing English boy who is also hilarious