Everybody Lies.

We pass by each other all day. I see you in the corridors and sitting at the lunch-bar. Your eyes flick from line to line as you read and your finger strokes at the screen moving to the next page. I smile, you make me smile. You look at me and smile back. Damn. That smile can light up a room. “It’s enough,” I tell myself. It’s enough to see you in all your glorious beauty, I don’t need more than this. But I’m lying to myself. I’m lying about how much I need you. How much you drive my passion. I need you, more than words can attest. You’re needed, desperately.

Fuck her like her ex is living in the apartment downstairs.

This is very much a thing I enjoy.

not once did it cross my mind that gru from despicable me was Russian i just thought he was fucked up

no emotional object permanence

if i’m distant it’s because i hate myself not because i hate you

Coffee and head is a great way to start your day

Coffee and head is a great way to start your day

CAN I GET A HELL YEAH IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING WITH YOUR LIFE AND YOU DON’T GET ENOUGH SLEEP