Alright was no one going to tell me that in the middle of the Nevada desert is an old cemetery that contains the bodies of a bunch of miners who died in a fire and next door is a haunted clown motel
Why are we still setting horror movies in generic Victorian houses in the woods when this is a real place in the world
I am the naked window neighbor and I won’t apologize
the masculine urge to cut the sleeves off of all my t shirts
“Call Me Maybe” with every other beat removed
i wish people were nicer about the whole transgender thing
American trans men prior to the mid 20th century were like. I’m going to get into shootouts with the sheriff. I’m going to date 5 women at once. I’m going to drive a stage coach at 60 mph. I will be a menace to society. And I will be so sexy and cool while doing it.
there's a stage in sandwich consumption where it's falling to pieces & you're desperately cupping it in your hands & it's like this poor wounded animal that is covered in mustard & wants to die
I hate that waffle irons aren’t see-through. I don’t like how unsupervised they are in there