When I was little I thought being an adult meant not having a bed time but I’ve come to realize that it just means being in charge of my own bed time and it turns out that I am not equipped to handle that responsibility.
the bags under my eyes are so heavy because they carry the weight of all my dead hopes and dreams
remember last summer when american eagle had that modelling contest where you submit your picture to get votes and if you get into the top 20 votes your picture is displayed at times square in new york
i submitted this photo of me about to sneeze
i placed 12th and i was on the times square billboard for two weeks
i hate each and every single one of you all
special-snowflake-hall-of-fame:
So awkward.
I walked past a cemetery when I was walking home and like… I’m alive so… yea.
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a nursing home and like….I’m not old so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a river and like….I’m not a fish so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I walked past a car dealership and like….I’m not an automobile so….yea
It was so awkward when I was walking home because I was walking over the sewer the whole time and like….I’m not a piece of shit….yea
she’s/he’s a disgrace for all the atheists goddamit. fuck.
it was so awkward when i saw this post because i saw a dumb atheist, and like, uhm, i’m a smart atheist.
like wtf
