is it my heart... or is it yours?

once you realize you don’t actually need to sleep, you can really (stops talking abruptly and stares straight ahead for 4 minutes)

every day of my life i read someone being like “why doesn’t this story just solve the problem immediately and casually? they just drag it out and make it an issue” well. because that’s the Story

hate when I rb a post that i think is just good but it turns out it's vaguing like fifteen other posts and now it looks like I've take a Stance even though I just woke up and haven't even been born yet truly

i love the phrase "cruel and unusual." not only is what you're doing mean but it's also quite frankly fucking bizarre

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else

This is the COOLEST thing I’ve seen in AGES. You both completely made my entire week.

do you mind if i witness ur tumblr situationship from a third party point of view?

people become so beautiful when you love them. do y'all know about this