Hellsite Reblog Pit

Never before have I been so insulted as when it was pointed out to me that my taste in men “tall, scrungly, and pretty hair” a “wet cat”…. Includes the mother fucking Onceler.

I still dream of one day coming home and finding him standing there waiting for me

Ok so thanks for voting on this but i need you to reblog it too

I’m a big fan of that post-laundry feeling when you’ve got all your A-list clothes back in the game.

(no beers in) i could really go for a beer right now

(two beers in) mmmm (slaps my belly) i could use another beer right now

(five beers in) (attacking strangers) (frightened animal backed into a corner) (blood stains the cracks in the pavement) (mothers wait for sons who will never come home) (flags rest still at the bottom of their poles) (the birds are silent and the wind does not blow) (there are no clouds in the sky) (there is no more water in the well)