did you hear about the italian chef who died?
he pasta way
he just ran out of thyme
here today, gone tomato
his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it
we never sausage a tragedy coming
ashes to ashes, crust to crust
there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world
there’s a lot of unspoken pressure to keep liking the things you used to like and to keep dressing the way you’ve always dressed and to never question what you believe in and basically “be yourself” has slowly morphed into “be what everyone knows you as” but trust me when i say if you just give it up and simply make decisions and take actions based purely on what would make you happy, you’ll gain a very comforting sense of self peace
“CORGI DOWN! I REPEAT, CORGI DOWN!!
I’m a huge supporter of things which annoy misogynistic rich white men
“I keep rearranging the letters of my sisters The Beatles sign on her bedroom door.
She is not happy.”
I’ve given up trying to make them normal.
ok and now there’s another one
this is great
eh Seat belt
'as a male-'
collaborate and listen
nobody cares about your opinions on women
there is a huge difference between genuinely liking someone and liking the attention they give you and it took me a long time to realise that
marius humming the mission impossible theme song while he runs around paris searching for cosette
cosette enjoying the sun in her garden when she suddenly hears this odd humming noise coming from her rose bushes
Musicals are magical. When I’m watching musicals nothing matters. I don’t care about my failures. I don’t worry about my grades or my future. I’m not lonely, I’m not sad. I’m just completely content. They’re perfect.
shit im nineteen. is this when i have to start being responsible bc fuck that shit
i wish tumblr did cool ass shit for their users like youtubers and viners can like..make a career off what they do and go to cool conventions and meet cool ppl man i picked the wrong social media to put all of my time into