Help Me

reblog if its friday and you made it

i want to go home. i will always want to go home. even when i am at home i want to go home. but i’m not really thinking of a place, it’s more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you’re not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. i want my mam to come get me. i want to go home.

The america they don’t want you to see

One time in middle school during a trip to the movie theater there was this spanish movie (spanish from spain, we are in mex) and one of the characters ask “por donde puedo coger un taxi?” (where can I take a taxi) then some kid in the back yelled as loud as he could “POR EL MOFLE” (in the muffler)

some girls aren’t made with sugar spice and everything nice they’re made with garlic basil and olive oil

Bye

Still using memes to express what i am

y'all ugly

Eye of the beholder my man

behold these nuts g

Reblog to piss off Travis and support trans women + male cosplayers