Wendy Steiner's Tumblog

If I was going to befriend a Mexican food, I’d pick enCHILLadas.

Long hair*, don’t care.

*on my legs

Commenters: You fucking suck!

Commenters: Why don’t you have more confidence?


Boomerangs are just frisbees for lonely people

"It’s a fine line between treating yourself and self harm," she thought to herself while eating croutons without salad.

Long hair, care so much it’s sad.

Do you ever fart and it sounds like opening a 2 liter bottle of soda?

Let’s see if a glasses compliment and some live comedy can pull me out of my funk today.

Is it time for a sequel to Save the Last Dance about raising interracial children yet? Please?

I don’t want this coffee to end.
*Cries into coffee.*
*Drinks tears.*

Since when does my phone correct crotch to crotchboobs. Phone, you’re gross.

I know I’m tired cause I just thought, “Wow, I’ve been up for almost 24 hours. Good thing I’m not a boner.”


Am I the meanest?


Am I the prettiest?


Am I the baddest mofo low down around this town? 


(via puciprincess)

Should I get a sweatshirt that says party poopin’ since 1991 or naw?