Your movie blows

fate my friend, you say the strangest things
Deleting your search history is a poor man’s thrill. It’s like, “I’m so dangerous - I should erase all evidence I was up to any mischief!”
When in reality you’re just a homely girl with dry skin who Googled “Chris Evans” at 1am and feels weird about it. 
Have a look at the treasures you’ll find, though! “Butts!”

Deleting your search history is a poor man’s thrill. It’s like, “I’m so dangerous - I should erase all evidence I was up to any mischief!”

When in reality you’re just a homely girl with dry skin who Googled “Chris Evans” at 1am and feels weird about it. 

Have a look at the treasures you’ll find, though! “Butts!”

I want to live in a world where Jean Ralphio is around more, there is no such thing as a phone, and feelings are limited to the ones you have for television programs. 

I want to live in a world where Jean Ralphio is around more, there is no such thing as a phone, and feelings are limited to the ones you have for television programs. 

(Source: morningflowers, via iamdianaross)

Today was one of those days where one doesn’t need their handbag at all.

It doesn’t sound as depressing as the reality of it.

I found this realisation to be right up there amongst the days of, “didn’t get out of pyjamas” and “ate only sugar”.