My roommate bought a pack of 24 rolls of toilet paper yesterday, in addition to the half dozen we already had, and stored all of them in the bathroom. And just let me tell you, there’s something incredibly calming and reassuring about looking next to you while you’re on the toilet and seeing 30 rolls of toilet paper sitting there. You get a feeling like, no matter how bad shit gets in there, you’re always going to make it out okay in the end.
growing up sucks because you realize $1000 isn’t a lot of money
This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:
Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message.
Imagine everyone who sends you anon hate as a 12 year old superwehrolock fan who didn’t get a good breakfast and can’t find any good apps for their phone. The neighborhood kid across the street doesn’t like them as anything more than a friend, and they are anxious about the 7th grade and what new challenges it will bring.
Alright so one time when I was 14 I had to go to the doctor for a check up and I had just started going through puberty so I was all hormonally out of control and got boners all the time and the doctor had to check out my package to make sure puberty was doing its thing and he told me to unzip my pants and I was really nervous and I got a boner and when me pulled my underwear down it got caught on my dick and my boner slapped him in the chin
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Bjork is the bubblegum to my marceline :3
You're all adorable doughnuts and I love you.