*every december*
me: mom we need soap
mom: that’ll be part of your christmas presents
(via lubricates)
cake with fondant literally isn’t even food it’s like a play dough sculpture with cake trapped inside its vile
thank you for your bravery in speaking the truth about this
(via lubricates)
You know what’s really hot? Not having to guess someone’s feelings or intentions
(via lubricates)





