I’m someone who’s mostly dead inside but still has a little hope for something extraordinary, which, as I said, is the worst breed of human, because it means I know everything is bullshit, but that I secretly hope for the day when it might not be.
“The story about where volcanoes come from” from Adventure Time with Fiona & Cake #1
LOOK AT ALL THE BUTT WIGGLES
SO MANY BUTT WIGGLES
don’t talk to me about struggle until your headphones only work if you hold them in a certain position
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
what if guys came coffee… i’ll have one ejaculatte please
I just spit out my coffee
You’re supposed to swallow it