Weren’t we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by...– Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay (via fuckyeahdex)
Girl outside changing room: How are those other pants working for you, Jen?
Girl in changing room, frustrated: I feel like the devil himself crafted them to make a mockery of my ass.
Overheard by: almost broke a rib trying not to laugh