strap-on dick energy

i am always one wrong word away from being shot by all the people who find me tolerable

i've got the kind of eyebags that make people in movies say 'you look like hell, detective. go home.'

I hope you find a small hand drawn map of your own internal organs tucked under your pillow tonight I marked all my favorite spots with little red hearts

c’mon everybody!!! *runs off excitedly and no one follows me*

when i say im good at something i mean i suck slightly less at it than the other things i suck at 

the novelty of having pets really does never wear off i’ve had my cat for ten years and i still look at him strolling around like can you believe this. a cat. is everyone seeing this. he’s alive he has bones and all. unbelievable

going with the flow in a face down in a river kinda way

let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.

the best thing a man can be is gay and suicidal and miserable and utterly unlikable and unpleasant to be around and prone to addiction and abused and traumatized and not breaking the cycle and

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

Hold my hand bro we’re crossing the street