I live in a town that everyone claims to hate, yet they never seem to leave
WHEN HE WAS A YOUNG WARTHOGWHEN I WAS A YOUNG WARTHOOOOOOOOG
I simultaneously want to sleep in bed forever and do everything in the world
*wakes up with one sock on* whoa what a crazy night
“money doesn’t buy happiness”
let me test this hypothesis
i’m never going to delete my blog so that in twenty years from now i can type my url, and scroll through somewhat of a time capsule and laugh at how much of a strange teenager i was.
I think about you sometimes…often…a lot. I think about holding you, kissing you, being with you. I think about us. I think about you too much.