beautiful lies.

Concept: you’ve been married to your wife for 3 years. You wake up in your bed before she does, your nose cold but your body warm. Careful not to wake her, you get out of bed and your toes curl when your feet hit the cold floor. You brew a pot of coffee and take a cup, making sure to leave enough for her. You pull on a big sweater and walk out onto your deck, sitting in a big wood chair to look out over the forest. The leaves are orange and edged with frost. All is quiet as the sun rises over the trees. You hear the door opening behind you and your wife sits down next to you, wrapping the comforter from your bed around both of you shoulders. You sit there like that until the sun is well up and your coffee cups are empty.

Oh my god. This is it. I want this so badly.

Smack the pony and leave

Boney African Feet

I wanna live in Mariah Carey’s mind where it’s forever 1997 and it’s always sunny and champagne is always flowing

WOMEN HAVE SEEN THIS COMING FOR YEARS

BOBBY NEWPORT HAS NEVER HAD A REAL JOB IN HIS LIFE

😱😱

friends: what do you want to do? my brain: die me @ my brain: we can’t say that. these people don’t understand casual existential despair

yes ur allowed to have other friends u just have to love me more