(Source: weight-of-being-whole)
(Source: eternaljackass)
(Source: 10uhclock)
Things I Say While Driving.
Me: Fuck you, oh. Fuck. You.
Me: What the fuck are you doing? What. The fuck. Are you doing.
Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
Me: Good luck in the slow lane there, bud.
Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going the speed limit? Why?
Me: Lol, your car's a piece of shit.
Me: If I miss that green light because of you...
Me: You're gonna cut me off? You better hope you have a damn good accelerator, bitch.
Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?
Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
Me: Nope, roof rack.
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That’s relativity. - Albert Einstein
