May 21st
i asked my italian grandfather if the rough parts of italy were called the spaghetto and look at me with so much shame
(via swagmongoose)
May 21st
*on my deathbed*
nurse: do you have any last words
me: i………..regret……being so……m…..mean………and heartless…………….
*the light goes out of my eyes*
*a small piece of paper falls out of my hand*
*the paper says one word only*
“sike”
(Source: greelin, via shades0fmedi0crity)
