i was in the car with my mum today and she stopped reversing and looks at me and was like “is that a hickey ??? On ur neck ?????? did a boy do that to u ????????? i thought u’d be alone forever on ur laptop.” the hickey was a bruise from where i accidentally shot myself in the neck with a nerf dart while trying 2 recreate a scene in star trek. my life is so pathetic even mum wants me 2 get some
stop reblogging this
i say “fight me” a lot for a girl who is 5”3’ and has a hard time opening some doors because they’re too heavy
Quick, everyone go on cleverbot and let’s see how long it takes to teach it about our favorite ships!
Songs that you can only buy with the rest of the sound track ENCOURAGES PIRACY! I swear to flipping NUGGETS!!!
Looking for some light fan fiction to keep me busy for the next two hours…
(Me) This one looks good, I wonder how many chapters there are…
ONE FLIPPING HUNDRED AND TWENTY SEVEN!!!!
That’s sounds about right
"Can I name your sword?"
"No." I pull out a pair of jeans that might fit and one sock.
"Already has a name." I continue digging through the pile for the matching sock.
"What is it?"
His friendly face suddenly becomes serious. “You’re naming your collector’s-item, kick-ass sword that’s made to maim and kill, specifically designed to bring your ginormous enemies to their knees and hear the lamentations of their women—Pooky Bear?”
"Yeah, you like it?" World After by Susan Ee (via writeoutoflove)