
It’s my birthday. Whoopty fucking doo.
Now get me cupcakes.

It’s my birthday. Whoopty fucking doo.
Now get me cupcakes.

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Dear god this is going to be tonight at prom. I’m going to pig out and soak my sorrows in god damn cake.
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A lot of the times I sit around and wonder…
“Why am I so sad?…there are more important crucial matters in life. Like hugging kittens or eating too much food or being on tumblr. Being sad can wait for later!”
So whenever I’m sad I do those instead.
I love how a lot of the time the people we find extraordinarily beautiful aren’t even real.
I want someone with real hair, no makeup, a healthy body, a healthy mind.
A genuine person…that’s all.
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I was at my friend Zach’s house to finish filming a movie we were in. He happens to have two cats both of which are fluffy and cute. So I tried picking one up and it was chill. It was all
“iz coo’ br0 I dig”
So I begin to carry it over to the couch and it claws me straight in the face.
I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU KITTY.
Deactivated my facebook. I want to be invisible. It feels great.
By far