the depth and complexity of his jumpers
Ten and Rose + practically married
I am a New Yorker. Every pore, every hair on my body is a New Yorker. I love the noise. I love the dirt. I love the smell. I love crazy people. I love every single thing about New York. It just makes me.
Oh my Gawd. It grew.
It never gets old.
So yesterday while I was working at the bookstore some girl came up with a barcode tattooed on her wrist. Of course, my first question to her was “Can I scan it?” I guess she had never had it scanned before and was pretty excited about it. She talked about how it was sentimental to her and stuff. I scanned it and she rang up as a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos. She then became livid and, of course, I was dying of laughter.
best bf ever
goodrich is in da house
with his pencil
Fucking Texas! (I meant it in the good way that time.) :)
if the people you hired to arrest protestors of a shitty bill refuse to
you may have made a huge mistake