i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

“she should be at the club” changed me as a person. forever

cut my life in Two pieces i share it with a friend :) 

Friend affection Friend meeting :) share a chair when there’s not enough seating

its dj erectile disfunction on the beat

making sure yall go hard even though i cant

after seeing your friends for a few hours sometimes u walk away and return home with a little ball of glowing golden light in your chest

when edgar allan poe said “tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” and when hozier said “i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave.”

girl help they are making me do my job at work