The madness of love is the greatest of heaven’s blessings.
Plato (via philosophyandbacon)
Looking at shit like this makes me want to rearrange and decorate shit. I want a room like this.
edit: Did I say shit enough? shit. :)
TREE, YOU ARE DRUNK. YOU NEED TO LEAF
STEVE, THAT IS DISCRIMIATION. WHO ARE YOU TO DECIDE WHERE TREE DOES AND DOES NOT BELONG? DON’T LISTEN TO HIM TREE. FOLLOW YOUR HEART, AND GO WHEREVER YOU WANT TO GO. DON’T LET CLOSE-MINDED ASSHOLES BRING YOU DOWN.
WAIT. HOLD THE FUCK UP. WHY THE FUCK IS HIS SHIRT NOT GREEN STRIPED? STEVE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING. CHECK YOURSELF BEFORE YOU WRECK YOURSELF.
STEVE WHERE IS YOUR NORMAL ATTIRE? YOU’RE DRUNK STEVE. YOU’RE SEEING FUCKING TREES IN YOUR HOUSE. YOU’RE LOSING IT STEVE; YOU’RE LOSING IT.
DON’T LISTEN TO THEM STEVE, YOU ARE A WONDERFUL UNIQUE HUMAN BEING WHO DOESN’T NEED A STRIPED SHIRT TO BE BEAUTIFUL. STEVE, YOU WERE BORN THIS WAY.
STEVE, YOUR GRANDMOTHER JUST CALLED, SHE SAID YOURE NOT GOING OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND BECAUSE OF BEING HIGH.
This,so much.
Reblogging purely for the conversation above that has me cracking up. :)
