Opheliac

I hate pseudoephedrine.

Seriously, go make meth. I don’t care. But don’t come sniffling and faking sick to ask for the sudafed. Man up and ask for it. You could straight up tell me you were going to make meth and I’d be like “Good for you, little bird.”

However, don’t come crying to me when you blow up your cousin and/or boyfriend’s doublewide.

ETA: THIS WHOLE POST IS FACETIOUS, I DO NOT CONDONE METH MAKING, SELLING, OR TAKING. I ALSO DO NOT FIND METH LABS TO BE FUNNY. EXPLODING DOUBLEWIDES ARE ANOTHER STORY.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” I say seductively as I pick up my laptop to so I can continue blogging until 5 in the morning.

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Can we talk about The Fault In Our Stars?

I just sobbed in my tub for twenty minutes. It’s probably one of the best books I’ve read since I finished The Time Traveler’s Wife, which I loved so take your judgement and go away. 

I’m in love with a house.

And. and. AND. I am fortunate enough to have parents who are willing to let me tap my college savings for a down payment and possibly help us move. I MIGHT EXPLODE OKAY.

Cucumber water is awesome.

Also Repo! The Genetic Opera is very engaging.

illinois:

harry potter and the crazy ass rock

harry potter and the hogwarts basement

harry potter and the guy who went to jail

harry potter and the big ass fire cup

harry potter and the secret club no one can know about

harry potter and the vandalized textbook

harry potter and the triangle circle stick

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