fix your hearts or die

kneeling down beside my bed and folding my hands and closing my eyes: dear god please let me have some gay sex soon and also maybe let me win the lottery so i never have to get a job again. okay goodbye i mean amen

sorry to hear that you haven’t been feeling all that great lately. Do you want me to hunt you for sport

no worries if not. will be thinking of you regardless

that's MY mutual who's a niche microcelebrity on tumblr get Ur own

OCD? Yeah she O when she C my D

"We're gonna achieve immortality by turning ourselves into machines" buddy I want you to find yourself a 15 year old laptop and try to run a 10 year old piece of software on it please. Connect to the internet, if you can, and attempt to log into any of your online accounts

unwritten by natasha bedingfield is how allergy medicine is supposed to make you feel

was talking about bus ads with my coworkers yesterday and i'd only just mentioned the "reseller ads" before one of them said "yeah, the one for fucking your brother" and everyone nodded. yes yes we've all seen it

fucked up beauty standards will have you genuinely wondering if someone with fat arms could experience real love and human connection in their one singular lifetime

The kind of person you become when youre alone with yourself for most of the time is so frustrating and stupid. Like when a tree tries to grow into itself