You know sweatpants?
In Australia we call them trakky-dacks.
im starting to think you aussies are just fucking with us
we actually aren’t and that’s the horrendous part.
If you didn’t want to be a paleontologist at some point in your life, you are lying.
“mommy, can I-“
“not unless u get 100000 notes on a post, honey”
my mom once told me that writing your feelings down or drawing them out is very therapeutic and relaxing
when i can feel myself being really annoying but i can’t stop
*black couple living in a haunted house*
wife: the house haunted
husband: we out this bitch