living in the suburbs is like mall. Movies. Mall again. Go to target. Go to gamestop. Back to the mall. Barnes and noble. Back to the mall. Chili’s. Back to the mall. Eat hot chip. Lie. And I’m SICK of it!!!!!

Not a day goes by that I don't think of this post

psychological thriller: the man was LYING the whole time! me: i know

imagine being coherent. imagine having a single droplet of coherency. imagine speaking and having people understand what the fucks goin on in your noggin

*taps microphone* i would just like to announce that hannah grose’s “tucked-away” memory being the first day she met owen because she has always felt so safe and loved and at home in his presence is peak romance and i will not accept anything less than that from now on thank you