"Fucking hipsters," I mumble as my black skinny jean clad ass sits in Starbucks with a venti and a sketch book…
"The sun is shining,
It’s a lovely day,
A perfect morning
For a kid to play,
But you’ve got lots
Of bills to pay -
What can you do?
Your work real hard
And the pay’s real low
And ev’ry hour
Goes oh, so slow
And at the end of the day
There’s no where to go
But home to Avenue Q!
You live on Avenue Q!
You’re friends do too.
You are twenty-two
And you live on Avenue Q!
You live on Avenue Q
You live on Avenue Q!”
This song so aptly describes my life… Christ.
It’s too hot *opens window* in comes 20 flys, 8 spiders, 17 daddy long legs, 50 moths, 3 dragons and 12 Jehovah’s witnesses.
Welcome to Florida.
Me: I feel like my tumblr has no direction
Friend: It’s true. Every tumblr needs at least…
Me: I’m going home.
Hey! This was said by me :D Thanks for quoting me, friend!
i want to sneak down into hotel lobbies at 4am with harry and slide around in our socks
For a second there, I thought that you meant that the two of you would fully crawl into your socks and slide across the floor. I just pictured two large lumpy socks in a hotel lobby… and then I understood because I’m only initially a dumb-ass.
The one bad thing about being completely done with school is that I no longer have a legitimate reason to purchase school supplies.
You young fuckers don’t even know how lucky you are.
Needlessly torturing myself by watching Matt Smith’s seasons 5-7 as the Doctor in an effort to cope. I may have made a mistake…