i stepped on the scale today and it said “bat”
it took me a few seconds to realize it meant the battery was out, but before i realized that i just said “i am not a bat” out loud
god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares
ok new rule: if you’re gonna call me “cute” you have to specify whether you mean “cute like a little girl/baby animal” or “cute enough to bang mercilessly”
You are not a burden.
You are not a bother.
You enhance the lives of others.
People smile, not groan, when you text them.
hey wanna hear a joke
well too bad someone on tumblr might take it seriously
and what the fuck do you mean by that
"You can decorate absence however you want - but you’re still gonna feel what’s missing."
no matter what you’re good at there will be a 7 year old chinese kid who’s better
I need a make out session so intense that I forget all my problems and possibly my name.