she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
Tumblr! I missed you!
why are blonde jokes so short?
so men can remember them
this took an unexpected turn
Not if you just asked for directions.
UGH. Now I want to READ IT. GODDAMN IT JIM. I’m SUPPOSED to be doing “productive” things!
Okay wait here me out
The Winter CaptainIf I wasn’t TERRIFIED of fanfiction.net I would totally be looking for Pacific Rim/Winter Solider crossover fic right now.
Son of a bitch.
*goes to look for it now*DON’T DO IT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. IT’S MADNESS.
(Although, some of them don’t look horrible; specifically the first one)