Why must there be ‘A PLOT’? Why can’t it just be Dad!Mando flying around the galaxy taking odd jobs for food and gas money so he can take care of his tiny green baby? Why does there need to be MORE isn’t watching Mando kick ass and Baby Yoda occasionally trying to use the Force ENOUGH????????

i. you deserve a love that feels like the first cup of coffee in the morning; one that rejuvenates energizes gives comfort and warmth one that you don’t want to start your day without

ii. you deserve a love that feels like a blazing sunset at the end of a long day or flowers growing through the crack in a sidewalk or a beautiful rainbow after a thunderstorm; one that reminds you there are good things about life

(cc, 2019)

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“I think I love him, but I also think that you can love people who aren’t good for you.”

— Augusten Burroughs

in order to lead a happy life im gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit

Why👏 do 👏 we👏 let👏 guys👏 affect👏 our👏 mood👏

“..and by hang out i don’t mean fucking then going back home i mean let’s get something to eat & watch a movie and fuck sometime in between.”

— Shikamaru to Temari

I almost need someone to talk to about it, it’s too awkward to tell my friends. They might look at me like I’m crazy. But I can do what I want, right?

I feel like I’m just drifting, numb to what’s going on around me. I’m worried about what will happen to you, but I know I’ll be fine. I can’t tell if I’m making rash decisions now, like I used to.

Some of you have never been traumatized by the death of your fave character and it shows.

muffy’s lunch consists of three sandwiches and a bread roll

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”