i think my parents should be thankful that all i do is spend time on the internet. i could be a drug dealer or serial killer, but am i? no. you’re welcome


congratulations on reading the book before it was made into a film

you win: nothing


don’t underestimate me. i’ll wear sweaters in the summer. i’ll eat like eighteen gallons of ice cream in the winter. fuck the temperature. i don’t give a fuck


the worst thing is when you’re hungry in the middle of the night and you can’t cook.


isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other human beings?