Moonstruck

and then god was like let’s not give this bitch a break

t shirt that says “i used to be worse”

saying “hm. must be the curse” every time something bad happens and refusing to elaborate is my new hobby

Adult friendships be like “I miss you bro, let's hang out in November"

whenever i get into new media i’m fighting for my life trying to say nothing because the second i post one image of some awful horrible fucked up man i KNOW someone will be like “yeah you WOULD like him, huh.” let me rest. do NOT text. i’m chilling

they're minor inconveniences TO YOU. i WILL consider killing myself

I could be better but I'm considering becoming worse

It was too big to be called a hotdog. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough. Indeed, it was a heap of raw meat.

STOP TAGGING THIS POST "MY PENIS"

if cats aren't meant to be kissed on their heads then what's that little space between their ears for