Recurring Pattern

all necrophiliacs are hopeless romantics

holy shit can we be thankful that there are only like, 2 types of phone chargers nowadays? if youre phone died in 2007 you were fuck outta luck

this shit had to be a fuckin fire hazard or something i swear to goddd

they beat jesus with that

happy good friday

aborted abortion doctor: yea thats what i woulda did

harrow going from sarcastically saying “how the world would suffer without your wit” to “i cannot conceive of a universe without you in it” im SICK

Sex is when im in your head and youre in mine

desperately need to read or watch something that will alter my brain chemistry and turn me into a new person

I like when delivery people ask you to sign their tiny shitty screen with your finger like alright sure we can do some free drawing I guess. Some random strokes that evoke the essence of a signature. Looking me dead in the eyes while I play fruit ninja on this blank screen. Why not.