(Source: panicatthewinchesters, via c3stla-vie)
I wonder if killing yourself is the only thing you can control in your entire life, and that’s why it’s a sin. Because you’re beating God at his own game.
my mom is trying to pick a colour for her new wheelchair and me and my dad are telling her to get black and she’s just like “but how will I know if someone is stealing it” and my dad is just like “because you’ll be sitting on the floor” and she slapped him
(via bro-shit-happens)
| mom: | you haven't moved since I left the house 6 hours ago wtf |
| me: | excuse me where do you think these chips came from |
| Period: | WAKE UP ASSHOLE, YOU GOT CRAMPS. |
| Period: | How bout an entire chocolate cake for breakfast? |
| Period: | How's that back pain? Feeling better? Let's fix that. |
| Period: | Find a cookie as big as a house and eat it. |
| Period: | Where's your Tic Tac box filled with ibuprofen? |
| Period: | Got things to do? Don't care. Sleep. |
| Period: | For dinner you're eating an entire bag of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. |
| Period: | Breeze blows by. Instantly horny. |
| Period: | You didn't like those brand new underwear right? |
| Period: | Yell at a puppy. |