i walked to the kitchen door because it looks out to the backyard and i was looking for my dad. i see this man with the same physique as my dad, but i wasn’t wearing my glasses and his face was blurry. i automatically assumed it was him because who else would it be anyway? so i was like: “Dad.” and the man comes closer and his face becomes clearer and i’m like: “shit, that’s not my dad.”

IT WAS THE GUY WORKING ON OUR BACKYARD AND I CALLED HIM DAD. HAHAAHAHA. omfg. i should’ve known he would be working on it today.

lesson learned. after that embarrassing moment, i hurried to my room, slammed my glasses on and repeatedly face-palmed myself.

I take you to be my ship, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for quality or for lack thereof, in cancellation and in renewal, until death do us part.

(Source: soverymediaaddicted)

when you’re feeling down … nutella sandwhiches

do you ever get so curious that you look up the plot of the book/tv series you’re reading/watching knowing that you’ll probably stumble upon a spoiler sooner or later and then you actually read a spoiler and your heart stops beating for a few seconds and it’s like the world is shattering around you but then you say to yourself “i’ve started, might as well continue” and then in a daze, you torture yourself by reading more while you pretty much feel the life drain out of you one spoiler at a time, especially if it’s a book/tv series that you’re very attached to?

just me?

ok.