I really love the fact that for a few weeks every year Britain absolutely loses its shit over a bunch of people we’ve never seen before in our lives squatting in front of ovens and crying over the texture of cake I feel like it really brings us together in combined fear of soggy bottoms

I’m sorry, what? Can someone explain this to me?


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me: im so tired, i could collapse into bed and sleep for a year..

me: gets in bed

me: how was earth created

me: who made microwaves

me: how does the internet even work

me: i'm hungry

me: feels bad about something i did 4 years ago

me: remembers 73 unfinished tasks

me: too tired to sleep


things you don’t point out about people:

  • acne
  • cuts
  • Scars
  • body hair in places you’re not used to it being???
  • fat rolls/curves
  • how much/how little they’re eating
  • how skinny they are/what bones they can see because of how skinny they are
  • How fat they are.
  • If they have crooked or misaligned teeth maybe even yellowed
  • If they sweat a lot

don’t do it


(Source: fishingboatstops, via braydaaan)





u think i am walking around the house with a blanket around my shoulders because i cold but in actuality it is my cloak and i am on an adventure

the fridge: there and back again

The microwave: the desolation of left overs

The liquor cabinet: an expected journey

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