I may be a shitty boyfriend, but… turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.
me @ every party
how the human brain works:
electricity tickles the meat so that different slimes come out. sometimes the slime feels good sometimes bad. some people make more bad slime than good slime. that’s called clinical depression.
when ever there’s a chase scene in a film and some fruit stall gets knocked over i always feel really bad because what if that’s the fruit guys only source of income and his wife has left him and he has a kid in hospital with cancer i want to know more about the fate of the fruit seller does he get it together and turn his life around or is it the last straw for him we’ll never know
i’d like a nice, steaming cup of emotional stability
Me: *excited to watch Bojack Horseman*
Me: *watches Bojack Horseman*
Me: *feels empty and dead inside*
This is the most adorable thing I’ve seen in awhile. 13/10 would watch twice.
Cop Rick appreciation ★ You told me to put my faith in the right Morty. I’ve got faith in you, partner. Do the right thing.