I May or May Not be Steve Rogers

nuka-rockit:

depression: hey no one truly loves you and nothing you do will ever matter

me, doing a test on what jelly bean I’d be while drinking stale pepsi out of a mug: at least im not fucking licorice flavor god could you imagine

bigbeefyladies:

writing-prompt-s:

Sloths aren’t lazy; they’re just saving their energy.  Today, that energy is released.

this is singlehandedly the scariest fucking post on this hellsite what the fuck

eggcup:

doctor: well we don’t have a cure for “insatiable lust for pasta” but i’m going to prescribe you zoloft because clearly something is wrong and i don’t care enough to find out what

me: sounds good doc

thepolosweater:

fkabonnesalope:

puffsaddy:

what yall up thinking about?

how I will have nothing but meaningless, empty relationships for the rest of my life. how no one is genuine and everyone is fake. how empty I am. and how horny I am. how I wish things were different. how they’re not. wondering how we’ll end up.

them wings i got downstairs in the fridge

zagreus:

“when’s your birthday?” awfully bold of you to assume that i was born