There’s one part of me that’s like:
You should do your work, and then you wouldn’t be so stressed, and you would feel a great sense of accomplishment, and you’d have free time when you’re finished.
But then there’s this other part of me that’s like:
No.
They both make such good arguments.
Sex is so weird like hey I love you let me stick my hard extra limb into your tiny hole and then slam it into you repeatedly because I love you
(Source: ourtwistedfuckingstory)
im not even a 2nd choice im like an 8th choice sometimes a 10th
When your sneeze turns into a fucking death metal scream
