HIS WAIST TO SHOULDER RATIO I’M SORRY I CAN’T SEE ANYTHING ELSE
Steve Zaragoza’s feelings on Matt Smith leaving Doctor Who [x]
In which Steve Zaragoza represents every whovian ever
i can confirm this is accurate and in no way an over exaggeration
‘You could be my unintended choice
You could be the one I’ll always love’
SPOILERS SPOILERS DO NOT LOOK IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN I AM SERIOUS SPOILERS
life is tough when you’re a lazy perfectionist who simultaneously doesn’t give a shit about anything but at the same time cares too much about everything you feel
holy fuck I’ve never heard a sentence that describes me better
its so hard to be positive when you’re bleeding from your vagina
there’s a girl and she’s just lost the only person in her life and she’s mourning
they weren’t ‘together’ in any strict sense but they loved each other and he’s dead and she’s imploding - drinking, drugs, deep dark depression
and a man comes to her in the middle of this and he manipulates her, fucks her, gets her addicted to heroin and lets her get strung out before bringing more just so he can take advantage of her
loljk i’m talking about sam winchester and ruby and if you blame sam for the demon blood you’re an asshole
this is an important reminder that ur legs are cute
even the top of ur inner thigh where there are stretch marks, where ur thighs meet. cute
also the scars that might riddle ur lil leggies. theyre cute
and the backs of ur thighs that have cellulite or freckles or tan lines, its all cute
u are in possession of a very cute pair of legs
i wanna respect everybodys opinion but some peoples opinions are just so terrible
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A Proud Moment.I don’t have a degree in eating blocks of cream cheese, which sucks because I’m sure it would add a lot of value to my CV. (Instead, I have “lying, poorly”. Does that count?).I did eat a block of cream cheese once, though. I remember it fondly, because it was one of the proudest moments of my life. This probably says a lot about me, though god only knows what.I used to be part of a youth group, which is to say, yes, I was part of a church once. I was the “youth leader”, which is the church’s way of saying, “you are the only person in the youth group who doesn’t roll your eyes at us, when we talk to you.” What they did not know is that - aside from not actually being terribly religious - I had made the youth minister my sworn enemy.He was a weird guy. Very young; not too bright, frankly. Had a goatee, because the law requires all youth ministers to have goatees. It’s true. Look it up. He told us that Mormons owned Pepsi-Cola, and that The Gay Agenda created yaoi to recruit young men, the latter of which “fact” was really, really funny. A lot of the things he did were not so funny. Once, we went to a nursing home, where he decided to jump up and down in the elevator. He knew, of course, that I had an elevator phobia. I asked him to stop. He began sing-screaming, LONDON BRIDGE IS FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN, FALLING DOWN as he jumped. A chaperone asked him to stop, couldn’t he see I was afraid? I backed into the corner and crouched there, clinging to the railing. That was the day he became more than just a moron. That was the day I decided I would make his youth-group life a hell.Most of the time, all I had to do was ask real questions about the Bible, and then ask him questions about his answers, and so on and so forth until he ran out of excuses, or said something deeply embarrassing. One day, he was trying to explain why it was still totally okay for parents to stone their kids to death for disobeying. He was flustered; inarticulate. I pulled a room-temperature block of Philadelphia cream cheese. He watched me unwrap it as he rambled on. I took a bite. I locked eyes. I did not look away. I ate in silence. There was confusion written all over his features. His sentences tumbled apart into further incoherence, and faded away. He was afraid.I cherish that moment.
Why am I laughing so hard??
I had to read this out loud
I can’t breathe