I had a dream recently that I was walking down the street. I stopped suddenly and was like “wait a second. I’m fabulous.” And then immediately men with cake started running toward me to try and woo me with their confectionary delights, and then the guy I actually liked came in with a pancake and some bacon and was all charming to my family and won the game. Moral of the story, though. If you believe you’re fabulous, other people will too.
Olivia Benson, the most influential woman of my early adulthood, telling you what’s up.
idk i tried to scroll past this but it’s too perfect
if you don’t love benson you’re wrong
(Source: , via tessaviolet)
someone: what is your major
someone talking about math: I love some factorials
their friend: me too and the hypotenuse
me, interjecting: does this bus get off on 3rd street or am I on the wrong one? I only got on this bus because I thought the bus driver was attractive and now im trapped on a moving bus
looking painfully into the sun for an hour each day to build up my resistance to suns
tumblr during autumn, more like