Dear stoners,
Dear people who really fucking love cereal,
Want, right fucking now.
I hate you so much whoever made this, i was not going to eat anymore cereal and now i AM BECAUSE OF YOU
(via sincerely-ysabelle)
who let people from tumblr start writing greeting cards?
I want that ghost card.
(via skeetbucket)
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
(Source: threeoverten, via california--class)