I think my parents consider me to be a god. Because they always ask me ridiculous questions that I don’t have the answer to.
Today, I bought this book (for my sister, lets clarify that now ‘cause the only way I’m going anywhere near sperm is if I fall into a vat of it):
OF THE BRILLIANT:
STUFF IT HAS IN IT:
The Mirror/Zerkalo (1975), dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
DIY Lace Sleeve Tee Shirt Restyle from Gina Michele. I really like this easy DIY because you aren’t taking the whole tee shirt apart. For more than 250 tee shirt restyles go here: truebluemeandyou.tumblr.com/tagged/tee-shirt
The last fight I had was...
OH MY GOD.
Okay, the last fight I had was with a certain husband of mine who was tapping the bed with his foot and scared the sweet bajesus out of me. It was two in the morning or so. I hid under the covers and got upset. I thought it was a ghost. You kept asking who was making that sound. I was scared shitless and was begging you to stop.
YES IN HINDSIGHT I OVERREACTED. Yes I was insanely over dramatic but I was afraid and that is all the reason I will ever need Oh my GOD
I’d just like to reiterate that my wife and I’s last fight was when I convinced her there was a ghost in the bedroom, by tapping my foot on the bed. This was a real fight. She didn’t speak to me for nearly 15 hours.
A ghost. She wouldn’t come out from under the covers, except to yell at me. Because the ghost might get her.
you’re adorable as fuck
accidentally forgetting your earbuds at home is like accidentally leaving your first born child at the gates of hell