sure

love the word aforementioned. like i already said that

baby girl i can get melancholic and sentimental over things you can't even imagine

Turning the brightness all the way down on my phone so the businesswomen on my 7am train can't see me suck shit at sudoku

You just hate me because the patterns on my clothes move around like they do on chowder and yours don’t

i’m just like sisyphus except instead of rolling a boulder uphill i have to wash my hair

one thing about me is that i will buy a beverage

I'm thinking about this post and i have decided that it is one of those things that is a poem in some undefinable way

if i don't get to speak in hyperbole (which is my greatest joy in life) literally every single day i will explode and die.

"hey op what the fuck does this mean" is tumblr's "ummm. he's right behind me isn't he"