hey sorry i said those weird and pathetic things. do you still think i’m mysterious and alluring

bitches will have the scared disorder and be like why am i so scared

it's too bad smoking is expensive and bad for you and everyone around you because we will never be able to replace the specific intimacy of lighting someone else's cigarette for them

me @ myself: so like….what exactly are you….going for

#you put the sad guy in #you take the sad guy out #you put the sad guy in and you shake him all about

what's a book you read as a teenager that was so magical and personally profound to you it literally changed your life, doesnt matter if the book was actually well written or not. mine's probably the catcher in the rye

Do I actually want to write this fanfic or do I just want to wallow in the delicious daydream like a pig in the mud?

[text id: If my survival is a betrayal, make no mistake: I’ll betray. /end id.]

any time i hear the insufferable transphobic athlete arguments i think of that one time in middle school when my boys lacrosse team did a full-contact scrimmage against the girls team (who typically play with limited contact) and i, a six-foot, 180lb defender, got utterly laid-out by this 5-foot-nothing girl experiencing the newly-unleashed animosity accompanied by violent sport and as i looked up at my assailant from flat on my back i experienced a brief bout of heterosexuality and fell wildly in love and then had to be taken to the ER because i had a concussion

“from flat on my back i experienced a brief bout of heterosexuality” took me out

That was the concussion