Look at me now, I’m all dressed up in your words today.
Do you think about me?
What do you think about me?
Just know that I couldn’t kiss you because I was afraid of how much it might mean to me.
if you follow me on tumblr and like my posts a lot i probably have fondly memorized your username and consider you a pal
(via quuer-r-beks)
Source: foodstain
What do you have to say for yourself? Cuz I’m proud of my life & the things that I have done, proud of myself & the loner I’ve become.
Source: pizzaisland
“Sleep, those little slices of death—how I loathe them.”
—Edgar Allan Poe
Hot damn, democracy feels good, doesn’t it?
Last day of Wells College classes tomorrow. The last. The end. Grand finale. Closing number. Finito. Donezo. Few more weeks & I’ve officially survived the system. Over. Completed. Holy fucking wow.


