me drinking piss coffee: who gives a shit. it's coffee. i don't give any shits so long as i'm caffeinated— tara shoe (@tarashoe) January 31, 2018
me drinking french pressed coffee: (distant gaze) san francisco, 1972. an unusually clear spring day and there's an undeniable electricity in the air.
World’s Worst Sounds:— SpacedMom (@copymama) January 3, 2018
1. Nails on a chalkboard
2. Alarm clock
3. Dentist’s drill
4. That tiny puff of air my husband’s lips make every time he exhales while sleeping
[while being tackled by police dog] what's his name?— brent (@murrman5) July 3, 2017