*goes out of room*
*goes back in the room*
*repeats the next day*
When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him. And then, having made my rhetorical point, I will put my robot eyes on, because I mean, with robot eyes you can probably see through girls’ shirts and stuff.
don’t be a little shit to me on tinder
"but officer they were fucking with my clique"
Aaron Paul: confused by fashion