brother last year: *gifts me a blanket*
me: (oh, I didn't particularly need one but this looks really nice.)
same brother this year: *gifts me another blanket*
me: (he...does not remember last year at all and I officially have too many blankets now.)
another brother this year: *ALSO gifts me a blanket*
me: (GUYS.)
lil update on my day!!! in need of a shit, yang’s discord status gives me wiplash EVERYTIME i see it, i’ve served 4 tables today, i’m tired, i cannot wait to go home, i’m excited for the sweethearts discord server, i’m probably gonna uber home!
Current mood at this point in time = wanting Anton Chigurh to absolutely fucking destroy me in bed. Like, YES, point that gun at me, choke me, tie me up in the back of your car.
Why must this happen at the worst possible time, I ask? Reblog or like if you feel the same way for Chigurh as I do. ( this also works for Javier Bardem too if you’d like, *cough cough* DADDY )