the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
do u think buckys arm makes overheated computer sounds when he blushes due to his rise in body temperature like imagine steve kissing his cheek and suddenly u hear “WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRR”
mr. sulu, plot a course for ‘as far away from my responsibilities as possible’ yes warp 10 would be great thank
The last line “Row, Row, Row, Your Boat.”
“Life is but a dream.”
Really? That’s quite the existentialist mind-fuck to throw in at the end of a nursery rhyme.
I waited patiently for this post
WAIT. ITS NOT ‘LIFE’S A BUTTER DREAM??’
No it isn’t, how long have you thought that?
What the fuck is a butter dream
IT SUDDENLY GOT REALLY DARK IN HERE LIKE as if someone stood in front of our brightest lamp and it freaked me out so bad cause i thought “GHOSTS??? DEMONS?????” and i turned around and all i saw was