June 2012
a dramatic re-enactment of my thoughts while...
me: that's not quite hot enough let me just turn it up to boiling lava.
me: yes good i shall bathe in the waters of mordor.
me: why do we have like 25 different kinds of shampoo?
me: i'ma read the back of this.
me: lather, rinse, repeat?
me: why do i have to repeat is your product so shitty it didn't work the first time?
me: hold the fuck up i have to write fanfic in my head real quick.
me: if water is a renewable resource does that mean every celebrity i've ever loved has showered in this same water before?
me: eheheheheheheheheheh.
me: but you didn't have to cUT ME OFF.
me: did i already wash my hair?
me: i think i did but i don't remember.
me: i'ma do it again.
me: FUCK I REPEATED.
me: well played, pantene pro-v.
me: i wonder what it's like to have sex in the shower.
me: i bet it's awkward.
me: i bet a lot of injuries happen that way.
me: okay time to get out.
me:
me:
me: where the fuck is my towel.
Seeing an empty swing set..
sodamnrelatable:
When I was 5:
When I was 12:
Now:
i have no idea what’s going on like 90% of the time
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And...”
– The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (via bearableimages)
