why the fuck cant we text the police
lets say there is a murderer in ur house and you’re hiding behind your sofa and you do have your phone with you but you can’t call the police because the murderer might hear you
Here in Canada you can
Here in England we just… scream and run
Here in Scotland we paint our faces and run towards the murderer
nicki in the background
oHMYGOD taylor’s like “i feel you bro you call them out on their shit” and nicki’s like “gurl he means you”
does anyone else see the guy way back there. that guy that suddenly appears and points at taylor
^^^^^^when you spend wayy too long looking at a gif…
friendly reminder that after each passing day you are closer to finding your soulmate
and your grave
and eating your next pizza
this sums up all of tumblr
don’t forget that you’re also one day closer to watch the next episode of your favorite show (unless your favorite show is merlin because then you will have no more episodes)
LOOK AT THE GUY ON THE COUCH ON THE RIGHT
the guy on the right is the epitome of tumblr he probably did that at his job interview and theyre like youre hired
ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THE DOG GUYS THEY HAVE A DOG
I feel like my blog is a disgrace if i dont reblog this
I bet the lounge room have like Mean Girls playing & someone serving them Starbucks
That’s why we google shit.
My dad just dropped a bowl of pasta on the floor and it went everywhere, and he stared at it for like 5 minutes, sighed and then said ‘sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead’ and then he walked off without cleaning it up.
I told my dad a post about him has nearly 40k notes and he told me that he doesn’t understand what ‘tumblrering’ is but he doesn’t want to be involved in my lonely shenanigans.