I hate how bra sizes vary so much. Like, it depends on
- the brand
- the style
- the material
- the stretchiness
- the amount of padding
- how much jiggle you want
- the orbit of Jupiter’s moon Io
- the number of butterflies in China
- whether you’re more of a cat or a dog person
- and if you’re on your period.
It fucking blows.
(via myheartheldinyourhand)
If I were in the Hunger Games I would use one of the parachutes and gift containers and put all kinds of poisonous berries in them and then climb trees and send them down to unsuspecting tributes. Oh, you thought you were getting a nice fruit salad? Think again. POISON.
(via stabcity)
Mickey has nephews, Donald has nephews, Goofy has a son.
And he wasn’t adopted, he looks just like him.
Goofy……has had sex.
Goofy…..has known a woman biblically….Imagine what it must’ve looked like.
Imagine what it sounded like.These are the things I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat.
(via ishyismagic)
Saturday night consisting of painting my nails mint green, aka “Ancient Jade”, eating pizza and watching Easy A while waiting for SNL.
