I think my parents consider me to be a god. Because they always ask me ridiculous questions that I don’t have the answer to.
Family: *says something racist*
Family: *says something sexist*
Family: *says something homophobic*
Family: *makes fun of people with tattoos*
Family: *tells you why you’re bad at life*
Family: why don’t you wanna spend time with us?
i will do a lot of things but admitting im cold to my mum who told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them
I hope y’all find some chill on this fine sunday
prayer circle that “just can’t let her go” will make an appearance on the 4th album
where’s the gif of the chef with the really big frying pan
When you can’t handle the booty
guys call girls who like bands crazy and obsessive for knowing all of the band members’ birthdays but they know everything about every football player ever? they know the names, the teams they’ve been on, the teams they’re going to join, how much money they’re all making and all the stats of every player ever? but while this and fantasy football is good and is deemed “normal” girls are still being called crazy and hormonal for going to their favorite band’s concert
The thing about horror movie situations is imma do my best to help you but if we running and you fallin or we hidin and you whimperin and sobbin, that’s it! I can’t do nothing else for you! You have made the choice to be a damsel in distress and boo this ain’t Camelot I have 0 time to die