NO, RYAN. DON’T GO BACK TO CHINO. THE COHENS ACCEPT YOU, AND THEY CAN GIVE YOU A BETTER LIFE. SETH NEEDS A REAL FRIEND. HE’S SO ISOLATED AND SOCIALLY AWKWARD. YOU’RE JUST THE TYPE OF COMBINATION CONFIDANTE/ROLE MODEL HE NEEDS.
(Source: , via annadipaoozle)
HEY GUYS! BACK SO SOON?
I’M GOING TO BE HONEST WITH YOU. I ATE PHIL.
I WAS GOING TO DO THIS WHOLE, “OH, HE RAN AWAY. TURNS OUT HE’S BEEN LIVING A DOUBLE LIFE AND IT FINALLY CAUGHT UP WITH HIM” THING, BUT THE TRUTH IS HE SAYS “IRREGARDLESS” EVERY TIME WE HAVE SOME SORT OF DEBATE AND I JUST KIND OF SNAPPED.
I’M GOING TO HIT YOU WITH THE DOUBLE SCOOP WAFFLE CONE OF HONESTY THIS EVENING, BECAUSE WE’RE FRIENDS. HE WAS DELICIOUS. HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN INFURIATING ILLITERATE BUT HE MORE THAN MADE UP FOR THAT IN FLAVOR. IT’S GOING TO BE HARD GOING BACK TO DRY KIBBLE.
ANYWAY, HOW WAS THE MOVIE?
“DOUBLE SCOOP WAFFLE CONE OF HONESTY”
I AM DEAD
FUCKING MONDAYS, AM I RIGHT?
DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH COFFEE IN THE WORLD TO HELP ME RIGHT NOW. I WAS UP UNTIL 4AM LOOKING AT INTERIOR DESIGN BLOGS. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. I’M NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO PAINT MY APARTMENT.
THE INTERNET IS THE WORST FOR THAT KIND OF THING. ONE TIME I WENT ON WIKIPEDIA TRYING TO FIGURE OUT THE DRUMMER FROM DEF LEPPARD’S NAME AND I ACCIDENTALLY GOT A DEGREE IN NEUROBIOLOGY.
TELL ME ABOUT IT. I WAS TRYING TO DOWNLOAD SEABISCUIT AND NOW I’M AN ORDAINED MINISTER.
R2L (Taken with instagram)
My face looks chubby, but whatever. We’re adorable, kiss my ass.
“Marielle” Official Video
“ You want a job, a vacation, heath insurance, validation, a back rub, a scalp massage at the place where you get your haircut, people who are jealous of you, an ex who won’t stop texting you when they’re drunk, Twitter followers, happiness maybe sorta, someone to buy you lunch at a fancy restaurant, a mentor who can tell you what the hell to do with your life, a reliable internet connection, a reliable human connection, a gift card to the grocery store, dinner parties with friends where everyone will pretend to have their crap together for just one night, a nice flirty text message to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life, for everyone to like you even if you don’t like anyone, and one of those nights that doesn’t end till 9 AM and reminds you what it feels like to be young and alive. Oh, and $$$. That’s all. Think you can get that for me? For us? ”
Afternoon Snooze Button: “What 20-Somethings Want” by Ryan O’Connell
(via xcaroline)
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President Obama, yelling at Presidential Candidates after they do nothing to stop the booing of gay soldiers.
Obama better win otherwise it will all go to hell. GO OBAMA.
i get so emotional over obama jfc i love him so much
obama you win my soul
he’s just perfect
(Source: gerardthehomosexual, via handerplants)
Uncut: Keystoned.
As we trudge on through the cutthroat dating life of our twenty something’s, many people acquire distaste for certain names, ones that come with foreboding memories of lovers past. I on the other hand play no such name game, for as my favorite playwright famously questioned, what’s in a name?
I do see some reason in the concept however; my distaste comes not in the form of a name but via the location of a place, the large and diverse stomping grounds of Pennsylvania. From Philadelphia to Pittsburgh and a bunch of shitty towns in between it seems my list of conquests has taken the scenic route through this terrible state.
sorry, but shitty dudes are everywhere, not just in pennsylvania. some of the best guys i know are from this state and i’m not just talking about the philadelphia area. shitty people are shitty people, it doesn’t matter where they come from.
pennsylvania boys are by far my favorite boys. but erica is correct, shitty dudes are shitty dudes where they live has nothing to do it. they’d be shitty anywhere.
