me showing you my romantic side: I wanna go grocery shopping with you
(via heart)
that one time on Hotel Hell when Gordon Ramsay fed the owner’s dog some shitty bread and then was afraid he killed her
He checked her pulse
(via decayful)
the darkest part of my identity is that i’ll always be a twilight bitch at heart
“hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”
“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”
“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’
“uuuuuh hold on”
*fishes something out of my pocket*
“mikey what do i do?”
“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”
*stuffs it back in my pocket*
“uhh yes please the meal would be great”
serious question: can anyone else see this post? am I hallucinating?
(via australiansanta)