"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel."


*me as a senior citizen watching Attack on Titan as they’re finally about to reveal what’s in Eren Jaeger’s basement* 

Oh boy! I’ve waited my entire life for this moment, and now it’s finally he-

*dies from old age*

Hey. Sup. Now that DW is done here is the quick low down and then I’m going to go sleep for 10 years.

Flight went well. O’Hare to Heathrow pretty much sucked because the lady who sat next to me was way up in my grill the entire 8 hours. But yup we got through customs fine and got our bags. Getting to our building was an entirely different matter because our scheduled shuttle was an hour and fifteen minutes late and we had to call them like three times. 

But y eah. I’ve gone approximately 30 hours without proper sleep. Started to have a little bit of a meltdown but we’re going to blame it on the lack of sleep. Starting to freak out about money and food already. We’ll work on that too. My kingdom for a meal plan with this damn program though.

So yup. Tomorrow we’re going to try to get our phones figured out, get some actual food without pissing off the Tesco’s people too much again. Maybe drag everyone to the British Museum? That’s the plan anyway. See you guys later!

Nah an Eren Jaeger-dalek. HOLLA. 

me expressing disbelief, anger, sympathy or shock (via lastisle)


I wish I wasn’t so annoying like I even piss myself off


What a graceful Viking Prince


just spooning my boyfriend

out of his container

it’s ice cream


I’m sorry I can’t come to the phone right now. I’m busy cutting open Fruit Gushers and squeezing all of the goo into a glass so I can take a shot of it because that has always been a dream of mine and now that I’m an adult with a job, I finally have the means to make it a reality. Please leave your name and number after the beep.