my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words
Fudge recipe on a headstone
I feel like I should make this just to be able to say a dead person taught me how to make it. Maybe I’ll do it for Halloween.
I desperately hope that she spent her entire life telling people that they could have her fudge recipe “over my dead body.”
That last comment is absolutely worth reblogging.
Hey, that last one is just plain wrong. Hats are against dress code.
why the f*ck is your first floor the second floor
imagine scott teaching liam about anchors and explaining how he used his to keep control after he turned even in lacrosse games and liam’s like “wow your anchor must be pretty great” and scott sort of smiles and says “yeah, she was.”
kudos to mtv for spreading this message tho
And I would have gotten away with it too if it weren’t for you meddling kids and your talking dog