I’m at the grocery store with my grandparents and my grandpa has wandered away and now my grandma is going up every isle yelling his name and im hiding behind a cookie display cuz i dont want anyone to know im with the crazy woman screaming dick at the top of her lungs
i feel like every week i’m just like “i need to get through this week”
what if earth is one big boob and mt everest is the nipple
voldemort calls harry ‘weak’ while he literally cannot kill a frickin 15 yr old boy. i could kill a 15 yr old boy.
"What does the chef recommend?"
"Sir, this is a mcdonalds"