a fistful of datas

Feeling attacked

my hidden talents include romanticising everything, oversharing, crying, and overthinking 

I’m not crying, you’re crying

so glad the important parts of this post are completely circled so my brain doesnt fry it self trying to comprehend this complex message

i always look sleep deprived is that hot

very

in my dreams last night i moderated a deviantart stamp group featuring one that said “i don’t like boys i just warnma dance like a lizard”

do you ever look at your pet and you can literally feel your heart melting because you love them so much

reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster

this is what GOOD PUSSY sounds like *sound of gun cocking