the worst pain is to make small talk with the person you once told everything.
The worst pain is stepping on your pet’s little feet and knowing that they don’t understand what “I’m sorry” means 😩😩😩😩
I WILL be posting ankle pics on dec 18th and it WILL be erotic
Porn blogs still posting porn until December 17th is the equivalent of the band playing while the Titanic was sinking.
fixc:
*checks bag* OK it’s there
*closes bag*….
*2 seconds later* okay but is it REALLY there *checks b
kill the idea that someone isnt beautiful because of their weight
what do you mean morgan freeman wasn’t always old
Airports are fucking weird. Like I’m dressed like it’s ‘95 drinking wine and there’s a dude in a three pieced suit next to me, someone in pajamas, someone who looks like they’re going to the gym after this, and like a million button up shirts.
Update. I’m hammered.
Second update: I’m sober now but very fucking tired and in a different airport.
Additionally: I have no idea where the fuck I am
Important information: I’m fairly sure Douglas Adams was just fucking paged??? What the hell???
Have you checked if you’re alive?
Buddy I haven’t cared about blood pumping through my veins since 1920. You just gotta move on and do your own thing.
So you’re saying there’s a chance you’re tumblring your ‘airport’ adventures from the afterlife?
im saying it doesnt matter because i have access to the internet
This entire thread is a big ass mood
Airports are liminal space and I love them.
I swear time moves differently in airports. I’ll have a half hour to my flight so I’ll wait for ten minutes to get a coffee and somehow it will be five minutes to my flight as soon as I take the first sip and I’ll have to run across the airport to make it to my gate and I’ll make it to my boarding area three minutes later with forty-five minutes to spare.
This person fucken gets it
