[cr1tikal voice] i’m getting the heebie jeebies. oh, goodness me.


My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.

pissin with ur bro


ペルソナ5発表待ってましたー 冬か…

p1, p2, p3, p4, p5, me,


rest in pieces mothman


me in a room that echoes: *liquid ocelot voice* THE GUNS OF THE PATRIOTS



dang look at this cool shirt from Mexico I really wanted to get it but it was in children’s sizes only

thats no excuse. wear the shirt anyway over your bulging adult body. bust through the seams as you flex your rippling biceps at the police, streaking past the other patrons in the park and clothed in nothing else but the tattered scrap of what used to be a childs shirt. bad as youguana be



standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like “look at this fucking flower. this flower is taller than i am. this flower is winning and i’m losing”

Wow you are not ready to hear about trees.


when u hangin with friends and shit gets real