I don’t care what anyone says,
there’s quite possibly nothing greater than smoking and listening to a really great song. Like one that holds a million little memories and emotions and whatever else comes to mind.
(So of course mine is “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John.)
(via atum-tha-beast)
Thank Krishna you send out an internet-fun-ending message every single day for almost a week, or else I wouldn’t have known that my rent is due on the first of every month.
Not like I signed my life away to your lease saying just that. Oh, and because this place is different and does it on a different day. Oh oh, no - it’s pretty clear, across the board, that rent is paid on the first of every month.
Also, I’d like to thank you for letting the pool get so abhorrently disgusting that I sliced my middle finger with a glass shard at the bottom.
FUCK OFF.
Marjane Satrapi (via laurunderscore)
(Source: the-perfect-lie)
My roommate bug-bombed our apartment today because her cat is an enemy of the good life.
I half expected to see dead insects all over the carpet, but nothing looked different. So either she did it wrong or my expectations were way too high for this particular event.
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