don’t stare at the moon too long or else you’ll remember that nothing in this stupid fucking world makes sense

I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.

yet again you disrupt my entire fucking life


i bet rhinos cant talk because they would make too many jokes about being horny


i just want someone to need me


nothings worse than passing up an opportunity you know you would’ve enjoyed because of the fear of being judged