What the fuck am I gonna do with all these hard boiled eggs? Nobody let me near a stove when drinking ever again.
casey2y5:
The Winchesters are what happens when people in horror movies become self-aware
(Source: andysexberg, via srafandseedpods)
amoying:
the bags under my eyes are so heavy because they carry the weight of all my dead hopes and dreams
(via crystalzelda)
Reblog if you’re bored and want random anons.
(Source: coffeelaced-intoxicating, via putoutthemoon)
quoms:
the idea that atheists are an oppressed minority group is laughable
(via mausspace)
rascalthecat:
Asian Kung Fu Generation - Loop and Loop
❝No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep.
It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight,’ I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.❞
Anonymous asked: "you're awesome and deserve the best. don't EVER forget that <3"
haha, i really don’t.
I can’t even boil eggs correctly
I constantly have people tell me I need to show emotion every now and then or that I’m “too serious” when I promise I’m really not.
I drink too much.
I’m not a looker
I occasionally slip out a “y’all” in conversation because dammit, I know it’s a grannar atrocity, but I’m from Charleston.
I project my insecurities on my environment and expect too much out of life.
But i’m super soft and squishy so I bet I’d be fun to cuddle with if anyone would give me half a chance.
I’m making hard boiled eggs
goatmusk:
i once read a book i know what i’m talking about
(via mausspace)
WE’RE NOT FRIENDS BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE A FACEBOOK.
Part of me wants to go back to have something else to do when I’m bored.
But part of me is like “nah, there’s a reason you left in the first place”.
Maybe I’ll go back when I’ve got my own place and have graduated so I can be all “I may not have a great life and I may hate it/myself, but I’m still better off and more successful than some of you fuckers I went to high school with”.
Maybe.