interwar:

do you ever just look at children of couples in films or television shows and go

no

you are genetically impossible

that is not a dominant allele

xwhatserface:

mel-lovable:

karameruru:

viremi:

thelocalpaedo:

TAKE^EEEEEEE

ON^NNNNNNN

ME^EEEEEEE

TAKE ON ME

TAKE^EEEEEEE

ME^EEEEEEE

ON^NNNNNNN

TAKE ON ME

I’LL^LLLLLLL

BE^EEEEEEE

GONE^EEEEEEE

IN A DAY OR

TWO^{OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}O_{OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}O^OOOOOOOOOOO

Hi I’ve been neglecting Tumblr lately and now I’m kind of back and it feels weird.

You know, when you try to cook something but things don’t seem to go well from the very beginning and you nearly burn the house down in the process and manage to injure yourself in several different ways and the kitchen looks like a battlefield and the resultant culinary disaster seems inedible but you eat it anyway because it would be such a waste to throw it away after all that trouble? Well that’s exactly what happens every single time I try to cook. I should be officially banned from any further attempts shouldn’t I. For my own sake, like.

There’s one part of me that’s like:

You should do your work, and then you wouldn’t be so stressed, and you would feel a great sense of accomplishment, and you’d have free time when you’re finished.

But then there’s this other part of me that’s like:

No.

They both make such good arguments.