netflix gives u 15 seconds between episodes to decide whether or not you’re doing anything with ur life today
when i turn on the ceiling fan and it goes too fast, i feel like it’s gonna fly off and kill me
don’t you hate it when your blog looks so perfect and you don’t want to blog anymore because it’ll ruin it
me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?
sometimes i wonder what would have happened if dylan hadn’t gone into acting
and i realise… he’d probably be a famous youtuber and we’d all be even more screwed
Literally me when I hurt people
oh god oh god oh god im so sorry is it here did i hurt you here oh god im so sorry friend
OMG AT THE END WHEN HE JUST SCOOPS THE CAT’S HEAD TO HIS CHEST. FUCK.
I want someone to know me. Maybe tell me who I am.