i was in the car with my mum today and she stopped reversing and looks at me and was like “is that a hickey ??? On ur neck ?????? did a boy do that to u ????????? i thought u’d be alone forever on ur laptop.” the hickey was a bruise from where i accidentally shot myself in the neck with a nerf dart while trying 2 recreate a scene in star trek. my life is so pathetic even mum wants me 2 get some
legally an adult, mentally a terrified starfleet ensign, emotionally a mix between the self-imposed repression of a vulcan and the operatic fury of a klingon
If you say you’ve never bought clothes influenced by a fictional character youre lying
Some of them look majestic in the sun.
she’s very beautiful, mad as a box of cats. in a brilliant way - matt smith
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One time Chris Pratt and John Krasinski hung out. It was awesome.
feeling your computer getting slower though the years is one of the most heartbreaking things ever
Guys, look in your hearts and answer this question honestly- what’s more likely? That someone in this group doesn’t belong in this group or ghosts? If we have to choose between turning on each other or pinning it on some specter with unfinished, pen-related business, I’m sorry, but my money’s on ghost.