My favorite thing about house is how everything ends up being explained by a single diagnosis. i feel like if I went to dr. House and his team with my current symptoms (chronic migraines, ibs, allergies, fainting, hip pain, weird finger lumps, etc) and be like oh you have enderosclema bupropion. And then they’d play an emotional indie tune
tracking down bill gates and asking him why anyone would use the start menu for a web search and killing him no matter what he says
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In maryland bitches ride the bus for free
women are entitled to unlimited soups, salads, and breadsticks
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Being gross doesn’t even count if its just in your own house like you haven’t showered and there’s takeout containers on the floor like who cares we’ve all been depressed. Try sitting on the curb outside the grocery store eating a whole peach with no napkins and walking around the city with sticky hands sweaty face grocery bags dirty feet just like being a normal person who’s a little gross and strangers might have some opinions about it but they never say anything. its kinda nice
Like u see a lot of posts that are oh im so sexy im an enemy of god etc and i know its a positive self esteem thing but i just don’t think there are hundreds of thousands of genuinely hot people on tumblr. It’s just not realistic
I feel like i would get more followers if people could go on my blog and see i was hot irl (not weird tumblr hot either like normal skinny white girl hot) but I don’t have a lot of followers so my selfies get 1-4 notes and then I delete them out of shame. Its a classic catch whatever
Pure of heart. Dirty of mirror
