today I burned my tongue on a piece of pizza and I think that it’s a very strong metaphor that sometimes the things you love most in life will hurt you.
i love the term “bear with me” because it could mean either 1 of 2 things:
- asking someone to be patient
- confirmation that the zoo heist was a success
Emma Stone interviewed by an 8-year-old
when someone changes their url
I hear my mom shrieking downstairs, shouting up to me about “THE CATS! THE CATS!”
I run downstairs, thinking someone has died or something and see THIS:
I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO PUNCH SOMETHING TO GET OVER THE ADORABLENESS
They look like they’re about to break out in a musical number
This post got better since I re-blogged it earlier.
The real me is… (x)