sleepy

literally drinking a beer by the lake and still opened tumblr. some of us are beyond saving

they hate us control freaks for making sure everyone else does things the correct way

never thought the dad was hot before

r u guys ok i haven't heard anyone say yeet in awhile

u guys used to love yeet...

"what if they fucked" WRONG. what if they ruined each other's lives irreparably. what if there was nothing left but a smoldering heap. what if everything that brought them together twisted and corroded and ripped them apart. and then they fucked.

You know that thing would eat you if you died, right? *pointing to the false image of you that others perceive*

(giggling and twirling my hair) so there's this dessicated corpse

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. 

was i normal / forgivable / worth saving at the party last night? be honest haha 😂 🙈

dont worry, i'll be hot and funny again as soon as i'm done fighting for my life right now