you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
Arnold don’t play no games hoe.
Football head’s bout to score a touchdown
This is why, ladies and gentlemen, we should all invest in church camp.
if i ever neglect to reblog this assume i’m dead
my hamster died a couple of years ago so we buried him in the garden and yesterday my mum was doing the gardening and accidently buried him up
when will my reflection show who i am inside
isnt it odd how the human mind expands inwardly forever
i can build characters and worlds and universes and define new laws of nature
construct stories and timelines and fit it all together inside my own head
and yet i can’t draw a fUCKING LAMP