Fudge recipe on a headstone
I feel like I should make this just to be able to say a dead person taught me how to make it. Maybe I’ll do it for Halloween.
I desperately hope that she spent her entire life telling people that they could have her fudge recipe “over my dead body.”
That last comment is absolutely worth reblogging.
*video game boss the size of a skyscraper*
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FIGHT THIS THING"
*ten minutes later*
"that…was surprisingly easy."
*video game boss that is just normal dude with sword*
"ahhh this’ll probably be easy"
*ten hours later*
"fuck. shit. god. I can’t do this anymore. you’ve bested me. I will no longer play a game again. I have been disgraced."
I’ve been trying to keep my grip
I sense there’s something in the wind
Why should the fire die?
Do you know what’s worth fighting for?
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Don’t understand how you make me feel
Ahh, an afternoon alone with my favorite book
I linger in the doorway
Can’t buy me love
Morning in Paris, the city awakes