head not empty, many abstract uncommunicatable thoughts

sticking one of those lil stickers from fruit on someone is a love language

imagine - youre a student at forks high. youre riding your skateboard down the halls like a total rebel. you wave at your friends as you pass them. you look back ahead. rosalie is dead in front of you. you try to stop as quick as you can but you trip off your skateboard and are heading straight for her. for a brief moment you say to yourself “this might be a blessing”. its too late. you fall face first into her and break your nose on her rock hard boobs.

that’s one hell of a boating accident 

I met God in a Taco Bell bathroom.

Is this a P!ATD song title

replacing my mental illness with vampirism

*does a gay little run across the road that makes drivers want to hit me*

gay people heading to brunch