You don’t know true frustration until you’ve dug several times through a pile of black clothing, in order to find a SPECIFIC article of black clothing.
#are they leggings are they cardigans where is my tank top#oH HERE IT IS no this is a bra. i forgot i had this! where is my tank top#yoga pants black jeans black sweatshirt pencil skirt cardigan cardigan cardigan WHERE IS MY TANK TOP x
The last line “Row, Row, Row, Your Boat.”
“Life is but a dream.”
Really? That’s quite the existentialist mind-fuck to throw in at the end of a nursery rhyme.
I waited patiently for this post
WAIT. ITS NOT ‘LIFE’S A BUTTER DREAM??’
No it isn’t, how long have you thought that?
What the fuck is a butter dream
(Source: theclassyfedora, via walterharriman)