Hey, 28, x

I had to scroll like crazy, so hopefully this is the right thing?

28: What is something you currently want right now?
my girlfriend. in my bed. with Netflix. and pizza.



with 93 million on tumblr i bet theres a clique of 37 year olds who make fun of us

yeah they’re called the staff

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vessel on vinyl

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Why are you so attractive?

idk shit happens, I guess.


I wonder if I ever caught someones attention. Even if I was just walking among the crowd, I wonder if they wanted to get to know me or anything like that.

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enough about sex positions has anyone discovered a reading position which doesn’t get uncomfortable after 5 minutes

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I do not understand why any person would love me.
How anyone could.
No, my face is carved with frown lines so deep I swear you can see the white of my skull.
And I wake up with bitterness toward the sun for shining so bright before I get my morning cup of coffee.
I am by no means a morning person.
I’ve never been one to watch the news because to ticking facts at the bottom give me anxiety.
Like the ceiling fan gives me anxiety.
And placing pizza orders over the phone gives me anxiety.
And messy piles of laundry on the floor give me anxiety.
And the blood pressure cuff at the doctor gives me anxiety.
And counting money gives me anxiety.
The list goes on and on.
My mother threatened to medicate me once,
Threatened is the right word, she told me I was ‘unbearable to be around.’
You shrink into yourself when people around you say they cannot bear you.
An ex girlfriend told me once I was a disease.
I immediately wondered- well what kind?
Am I Ebola that savagely destroys your insides in a mutinous haste?
Am I an immune deficiency found too late that withers you away?
Am I a mental illness that can be sated with drugs and therapy sessions?
Am I something you’re born with or was I transmitted someway?
You see, when someone calls you a disease you should probably object.
Be offended or taken aback.
But someone like me, I began to diagnose myself.
I will eat my way into your heart and bore holes into you that you’ll never fill.
I will ruin your favorite song and quote your favorite movie til you have to smash the DVD into a hundred sharp pieces.
You’ll never see another striped vneck at the mall without thinking of me.
Or a documentary on Netflix without thinking about that time I watched a documentary on meth and could talk about nothing else for weeks.
No, you’ll never enjoy a museum without wondering which surrealist is my favorite.
And you’ll never watch basketball again without remembering every game I made you suffer through.
No, I’m surely a disease the way I invade every cell of your body.
Certainly I’m cancer then, something that creeps its way in.
and you can only hope for remission.
when people look at you proudly one day and say, ‘you’re so strong, you made it.’
You’ll think back on me and merely reply,
‘Thank god I survived.’

Survivor by c.r. (via seethestarsablaze)

beyond accurate


Forever trying to bite my girlfriends face off.

leave my face where it is, I neeeed it 😩

Thanks for following back, gorgeous 😘

aye, no worries.

Where did you get your love is love shirt?

I answered this already, scroll down my blog a bit. 👌