estherbjerga

estherbjerga:

So I’m eating a hi-chews and my mom comes in and she’s all “what’s a hi-chew” so I explain that it starts as gum and ends as candy and my mom starts reading the ingredients and says “it’s bad for you”

Mom

It’s candy

You’re not telling me anything I don’t know

IT’S CANDY

It’s SUPPOSED to be bad for me

Moms think we’re naive.

But we know what we want.

And we know it will kill us.

YES MOM, ICECREAM FOR BREAKFAST IS A THING.

timelorddetectivewizard221b

felisirbis:

If you’re not going to comic con clap your hands.
*clap* *clap*
If you live no where near it clap your hands.
*clap* *clap*
if your favorite cast is showing and you’re dying ‘cause you’re not going.
then go ahead and cry and clap your hands.
*clap* *clap*

If you’re weeping like an angel stomp your feet
*fails to stomp* *curls up in a ball* *continues crying*

Welcome_E.R.L.

His red-brown hair was thick and curly, and tousled by the wind. He wore a plaid button up shirt, light brown pants, and what were definitely the wrong boots for climbing anything except, perhaps, stairs.
The girl was familiar with his ocean-grey eyes. Her friend was fond of them.