It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
— Charles Bukowski, Pulp (via odaro)
when someones hot and has the same music taste as you
first i fuck your car
The more swiss cheese you have, the more holes you have.
The more holes you have, the less swiss cheese you have.
Therefore, the more swiss cheese you have, the less swiss cheese you have.Stop dividing by zero
