All me

Never has a graph been more of an accurate representation of the exact data it’s trying to convey.

stop asking me what my plan for the day is, it’s the same as always, self sabotage

With my birthday coming up I needed to see this

I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present. 

Finally, Someone Understands

i love when women realize they’re not asking for too much.

Okay so this is a real effort into playing the ukulele and I’m so happy they take it as seriously as they do

oh to be a kid in front of a bin of multi coloured rocks in an obscure gift shop