wit & shit

not literal shit, and not a whole lot of wit either

For posterity

These days I’ve been smoking a lot of weed by myself and covering up the smell with Chanel No. 5 like its goddamned Febreeze.

Public Service Announcement:

Summertime break-up blues are cured nearly immediately by an hour of early morning acupuncture followed by a 10 cent martini & a steak for lunch.

I Was A Drunk Person On 'Drunk History'

(Source: molls)

janefoster:

basically my life can be summed up in alternating periods of Linda Belcher’s “Alriiiiight!” and Bob Belcher’s “Oh my god”

(via caragh)