Chocolate + Licorice = Eww.
Chocolate covered licorice is a combination of two things that are never meant to be.
Am I the only person in the world who hasn’t watched this show?
Spelling Nazi or Grammar Nazi or Whatever
No one cares about spelling or grammar on the internet. So please shut up.
christian the lion →
janemarcus: i really hate myself for using this phrase, but all i have to say is ‘heart warming.’ I watched this on the local news yesterday. What I like most about it is how it’s perfectly timed to “I Will Always Love You”. And I sorta can’t tell if Christian is actually trying to pin the men down and eat them or if he really remembers them. Or maybe he just thought they...
I got up to 15 questions before I decided that 50 questions were just too much effort to find out whether I’m a certified geek (and possibly suffering from Asperger syndrome).
I don't have a hobby.
It’s true. Does this mean I’m totally dull, boring, and lifeless? Hmm, probably.
Hayden Panettiere’s debut single and fish pedicures share something in common. They both elicit the same reaction from me.
I used to play sports. Then I realized you can BUY trophies. Now I’m good at...– Demetri Martin (via saramcpherson)
It’s especially hard to tell certain truths to the people you’re closest to. Which is sort of ironic, because they’re the people who actually expect you to tell them the truth. And most of the time, you don’t tell them, because of the often uttered (and cliched) response that you “don’t want to hurt” said person. Which actually means you just don’t...
Planet: Jupiter Spice Girl: Posh Cartoon: Sailor Moon Power Ranger: Yellow
Sometimes you’ve got to let everything go - purge yourself. If you are unhappy...– Tina Turner (via misscedar) (via nycbumpkin) Oh, I wish it was that easy.
I'm feeling sort of hostile today. Can you tell?
Y’know, using the word fuck at unecessary intervals, coupled with your limited capability of speaking english does not make you sound cool. You just sound like you’re trying way too hard. And also, totally annoying.
It’s starting to get really hard to tell if I’m actually being a doormat, or if I just like to think so because I resent being the slightest bit nice.
Winter is totally fantabulous. At least that’s what I thought before I had actually experienced a winter. It turns out, winter doesn’t like me as much. OH HAI FLAKY SKIN! Are you the first step towards turning into an ice block?
I just need to find a lovesong that is just a perfect balance of cynical and cheeseball. Is that too much to ask?
The stuff showing up on my dashboard is just too good today.
emilyposts: Careless Whisper, by Ben Folds and...
It’s none of my business. Maybe if I keep repeating that, the nagging feeling will stop. Because it’s none of my business.
So, my laptop crashes whenever the fan gets scalding hot. In order to prevent that, I frequently check to see how hot it is, and everytime it seems to escalate beyond normal hot, I turn it around and frantically wave something at it in the hopes of cooling it down. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but I always look like a crazy lady everytime.
I want you between me and the feeling I get when I miss you.– KT Tunstall, Throw Me A Rope
I hate it when I see something I’ve posted appear on the Tumblr Radar. Only not from my tumblelog.
Taxidermy creeps me out.
Physical Theories as Women →
“Quantum field theory is from overseas, but she doesn’t really have an accent. You fall deeply in love, but she treats you horribly. You are pretty sure she’s fooling around with half of your friends, but you don’t care. You know it will end badly.”
I hate bumping into people who I semi-know. People who I sort of know, we know each other’s names but we’ve never really talked to each other or we have, but we never really held a conversation. I hate it so much that I hide from these people. You would think that after all the awkward silences that I have experienced in my 19 year old life, I would be a pro by now, but no no no. I...
Hello, Next time you see me I will most probably be inside a block of ice.
A statistics lecture at 5 PM. It’s not my fault I fell asleep. On a side note, a few of my lecturers have started using pictures of LOLcats in their lectures. They are slowly taking over (the LOLcats, not my lecturers). Somewhere, a cat lady is very very happy.