Iceland Mornings
Shout out to all the childless whores that be fucking up them pretzel lines at disney world. Y’all are the worst and some random mom out there hates you.
Update: The Post also thinks you’re a weird childless whore.
Proud to be a pretzel-buying, childless whore
May the next few months be a period of beautiful transformation
“WHAT TEAM?!” I shout out the window into the night.
Somewhere, hundreds of miles away, Zac Efron wakes from a restless sleep, sitting bolt upright “WILDCATS”
When you stub your toe
this is overly exaggerating yet so fucking accurate, I’m crying
i haven’t been to subway in 2 years cos the woman went “what bread do you want” and i went “yeah”






