I wasn’t there for the girls I was there for the guys. No wait.
a CEO walks into his office “any messages?” he asks his assistant
“two anons want to know who tom petty is and one just says ‘post your ballsack’”
“got it. check my dashboard”
“that skeleton gif you like is back again”
he rubs his chin pensively “mm. reblog that”
True Life Testimonial: Ally is the best for comic book help. She will tell you what you want to know and give you great recs.
I love comic books and want everyone to have positive experiences with them.
I had such a great time! And my local shop is really fantastic and I like having issues to look forward to. It helps me get by. Plus I like how we all have our stories and we’ll talk about them.
hey, we should hang out sometime soon
sorry, but i’m really busy these next few months
oh, with what?
Just because I picked you in my NHL Playoff Bracket doesn’t mean I have to cheer for you.
|Boy:||Babe come over|
|Girl:||I can't hockey is on|
|Girl:||Did I fucking stutter?|
Hate to see you go but I love to watch you leave.
"why are you wearing red lipstick? men don’t like it—”
"you look better when you don’t wear any makeup—"
"you shouldn’t wear high waisted shorts, guys hate them—”
Y’know people say shit about social media along the lines of ‘OMG no one cares what anyone had for breakfast’ and like.
I do? I care. I’m pretty sure a lot of people care. I want to hear that the people I care about are having delicious breakfasts or saw something odd at work or flirted with a cute barista. Or just any little thoughts they have that they feel are worth sharing.
I’ve always kind of assumed that’s how you’re supposed to feel about your friends.