The upside to our party being broken up: 100 beers left over. I’m not mad.
It’s like I’m a fuggin design genius
(via smellly)
Put. A. Bird. On. It.
She wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts; she’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers.
I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night
When Harry Met Sally (via aastrolatry)
(via stefgard)
