Sunday nights are the worst you go to bed with that horrifying feeling of impending doom like “I’ve got a whole fucking week ahead”
i dont get this picture
obviously some sloppy fuck left their orange peels on the ground and Hillary Clinton happened to be skating by and slipped on them. Not to hard to understand. She still smilin doe
"I’ve heard so much about you!"
how can people even be cute, tell me your secrets
when you ask ur crush who they like and they say someone else’s name and you act like you’re fine
stop for a minute and realize you are a 10lb brain piloting a slab of meat
ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened
There are two types of single people
- desperately wants to be in a relationship
- desperately wants to remain single for as long as possible
I am both.
i see you driving round town with the url i love and im like fuck you
you should be free to love someone regardless of age, gender, religion, race, and if our story is proof of anything, distance.