So my Boyfriend goes out and does something nice and buys me chocolate

Y’know, for Halloween coming up and and all

And I’m thinking “oh sweet chocolate” right?






But then I open it and it looks like this





Should I be concerned or







How come my toasters setting is somewhere between slightly warmed bread and TOTALLY FUCKING CHARRED.

  • Mom: Go to bed early tonight, we have running around to do tomorrow
  • me: Mom you don’t understand my internet friends need me
  • Mom: Till 3 am?
  • me:
  • Mom:
  • me:
  • Mom:
  • me:
  • Mom:
  • me: Yes

It’s sad that this is reality.
That moment when you think there’s a spider on you

And you’re like…




And you start freaking out…






And then you realize it’s just a hair

Me on tumblr:

Me: *goes to reply to someone’s picture or post*

Me: No that is stupid they’ll think I’m dumb

Me: *Goes to answer someone’s question with thoughtful advice*

Me: No that is stupid someone probably already answered it only better

Me: *Reblog’s someones picture and goes to add a comment under*

Me: No I’ll backspace that, they’ll think I’m a know-it-all for adding my opinion

Me: *Goes to reblog an anxiety cat pic*

Me: No can’t do that then everyone will know what a shut in i am




Me: *sits there and and doesn’t do anything like a stalker*

Me to everyone on Facebook

I hate this moment on Tumblr




Cause I just imagine Tumblr sitting there like:




And then I’m all like:

The moment when you stand infront of automatic doors at the grocery store and you pretend you have magic/Jedi powers

lol

That moment when your friend asks you to do something and you’re like No, but then they offer you food

And you’re like:

Avengers meets Hark a Vagrant? APPROVED.
BRB. DEAD.