"It sounds trite, but I like telling stories."
My little irish cake
so, we made a decision to trust you.
you could rob me blind.
but we’re hoping you realize
you can’t run away from this.
*my mom calls ur mom* hi i just called to tell you that your son didnt reblog my sons selfie? um no lorraine. you listen here, if you want to come to my tupperware party you better get your son in check. also your blueberry cobbler should not have won the state fair competition. goodbye lorraine.
i think dogs have elevator music playing in their heads at all times
some people say there’s a red string that connects fated lovers