Frank

you may now kiss the bruh

i miss my girlfriend and tumblr.com is as good a place as any to say that.

I could travel the world to meet and come to understand every culture, every race, every creed. I could study the classics and glean every theme, every datum, every mind of those before me. I could ponder the questions to find a philosophy, to come to terms with it all. And i could be turned into a puree and a memory by a tired man in a semi truck just the same. How beautiful is that?

the way he tells me "gesundheit" 😍😍😍🥰🥰❤️💖🫶🫶🫶😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻🥰🧛‍♂️

We will build closer and closer to the sky and when we can reach out and touch it we will cry "Who is He to strike me down? I shall punish Him for flying too close to me"

Is there love? What does love look like in that situation? He didn't know her when she was a beauty, and she didn't know him when he was young and able (he was never a beauty). What does it feel like: is a simple agreement to not die alone enough?

BURY ME BENEATH NEW YORK STATE ITS THE ONLY PLACE I FEEL DEAD

i want an assistant in my earpiece that gives me directions and advice and when i do something cool tells me "masterful work sir"

Me at the doctors: "No i said four arm surgery, not forearm surgery!"

Imagine how good i coyld be if i had four arms. Imagine how easy it would be to stabilize a heavy object and how much strength you could have. Think of the possibilities before you criticize me.