once in my sixth hour we were talking about 9/11 and i announced very loudly “more people died in hurricane maria than in 9/11 but nobody really cares because you can’t use hurricanes to justify imperialism” and then not even 5 seconds later i said “yeehaw my beets.”
man and you were only six hours old
i crave normality but at the same time every moment that I am stuck in white picket suburbia i realize im in my own personal hell
its actually crazy how good music is. and its all different, too. like wow. huge deal really when you think about it
0liverthedumbass asked:
*shows you visions of when we used to walk to the dollar store and get monsters, donuts, Baja blast. then shows you when we went to the park and you said 'me you drugs and girly pop'*
Me, you, drugs, and girlypop
those were the days (or, more so afternoons because we always went really late for some reason)
hug hug hug i want a hug but everyone hates them.. i wonder why..
Is everyone just me
yes
do my hugs need improvement
No your hugs are great I just despise people in general
thank golly i thought my hugs were just really bad ☹️
thank you for your feedback its going in my pink sloth notepad for future reference
Very well then.
hug hug hug i want a hug but everyone hates them.. i wonder why..
Is everyone just me
yes
do my hugs need improvement
No your hugs are great I just despise people in general








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