so i got a text from my dad that reads
“I have decided to keep a diary and draw a score for every poop I take for the rest of my life. When I die, I will leave all these diaries to your brother in my will and he will frantically search to the answer for what these scores represent and he will never know that they are actually my poop counters. Don’t tell your brother. This is top secret.”
I love that man.
NO WAY! I want to do this now.. HAHAHA! We all have an obsession with poop once in our lives.
- i already have food
- people are confusing as fuck
- i always feel like i’m never good enough
- i’m ugly and look like shit
- the person i like, never likes me
- i’m in love with celebrity or fictional character that i’ll never meet
No Joke, Me Too.
Ugh. Seriously, though.
Buddy Wakefield (via anotherworldleader)
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse, ya feel me
I Dig It.