I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards.
My favorite haiku that doesn’t really qualify as a haiku but I still like to call it a haiku
michael cera for best actor
I feel like this is just mocking my entire life
Hairdresser: do you like it?
Me: yes thank you
*goes home and cries*
I’m at the grocery store with my grandparents and my grandpa has wandered away and now my grandma is going up every isle yelling his name and im hiding behind a cookie display cuz i dont want anyone to know im with the crazy woman screaming dick at the top of her lungs