January 2012
someone buy me a gold grill. i want a grill.
oh my god. i just made actual friends with an apple genius. i’ve been waiting for this my whole life. endless warranty.
i’ve seen this thing going around on tumblr which i love, where anons quote internet memes from a time when they know the blog owner would have been too young to recognize them.
like quoting “the emo song” to a sixteen-year-old.
“what’s your name, little buttercup?”
“that’s for me to know and you to make up.”
the best thing. →
that awkward moment when your copy editor doesn’t know what “née” means, and you have to call her out on it to appeal an improper edit.
i’m really happy complex is obsessed with lana and basically wrote a four-page jizz-fest over her, because everyone needs to shut up about the snl incident.
wefoundalaska asked: nee-sa what's your dream job? is it more writing or more radio or more mtv or whut?
i just got an email from someone named australia.
Reblog if you're a cat.
reblog if your friends think die antwoord is fucked up and you’re weird for liking them.
Scott: I wish you wanted what I wanted: you.
Kourtney: I do want me!
cashooo:
the phone rang and caller id says “newt 2012”
and i answered “hey newt”
and no one spoke
and i was like “hello? newt?”
and then no one spoke
and i was like “oh, newt…. such a prankster”
and then i hung up
johnny depp is single again are you fuckING sreoius. i don’t care that he’s old enough to be my dad.
i’ve been on a sleep schedule of like 11pm-7am. it’s working out for me.