everyday of my life is like saw 2004

bigs my eyes

bigs my eyes at you

bigs my beautious my gorgeous eyeballs

I need something I just don’t know what it is yet

this has been going on for like 20 years by the way.. I will let you all know when I figure it out

You guys would like my posts a lot more if you had my exact life experiences and internal monologue

Leaving the house is really cool because everything is very expensive and everyone’s very unpleasant to be around.

It’s actually crazy how bad feeling bad feels

today i just (remembers to maintain privacy online) did something really cool. you have to trust me

I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying!!!

they should invent a disproportionate emotional response that goes away when you understand it's disproportionate. they should invent a way to logic yourself out of emotions

some kids came on the train and saw someone they knew hopping on yhe train at the next station. one of them goes "yo is that gay sam??" and im like ughhh. okay is that what we're doing. and then sam comes over and theyre like GAY SAM WHATS UPP and gay sam is like NOT MUCH IM GOODDD IM FRIED RIGHT NOWW and they were like classic sam. so. thats on me for assuming honestly

hi my name is crumbs and can i PLEASEEE hang out in your bed

people make jokes about how people who weren’t allowed to watch spongebob as a kid are always talking about how they weren’t allowed to watch spongebob but as one of the aforementioned people who wasn’t allowed to watch spongebob my insight on the matter is: you would not BELIEVE the amount of times spongebob comes up in normal adult conversations. i don’t often think about him of my own accord but people reference him and i have to say. what? and they say. it’s from spongebob?? and i say. oh i never watched spongebob. and they say why? and i say. i wasn’t allowed to. and then a few weeks later it happens again

they’re burning me onto a CD tomorrow