does anybody else legitimately worry about how they’re going to share a bed with their partner when they’re older? like buddy i need all the blankets to make a burrito and then i need to throw them off of me dramatically in the middle of the night and lie spread-eagled across the entire bed how is this going to work
is there like financial aid for concert tickets
being famous must be so hard they probably have to shave their legs like everyday
Semi Transparent Elsa from Disney’s new Frozen!
its like i know that classic rock stars are old men but i still feel like their young selves exist now too and life is just confusing and hard
Title: For The First Snowman Heart Door Go Reindeer Summer Upper Vuelie