My mommy and me
Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead.
|—||Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via winter-soldier)|
No one loves food as much as The Rock does.
I love him.
the game is evolving too quickly
Wait…. Don’t you already have that information if you have their number…..?