concept: u and i go to the aquarium for our first date. u are nervous as u try to hold my hand. but u accidentally knock the cracker out of my hand because ur a piece of shit and u don’t use ur eyes. there goes my damn cracker. look what u have done. i run away screaming and never return ur phone calls. it’s been three years and u still write to me occasionally but i never answer. where is my cracker

im SCREAMIBG

YOU ARE KIDDING ME

i just saw a super preppy guy (button up, khakis, boat shoes, u know the look) go by me on a long board and i feel like those are two identities that should never intersect. they’re on opposite ends of the spectrum u can’t be a skater and a prep it just doesn’t work. his existence must be very unstable like the human equivalent of a radioactive isotope. proceed with caution

I saw a greying older man (late 40’s maybe?) in a full business suit skateboarding down the sidewalk once, not slowly either he was tearing that shit up

they came from the same wormhole… they’re not supposed to be in this reality

Ok but what happened to the rest of the pics

I hope girls recovering from eating disorders have a good day today