February 2012
THE OLD MAN NEXT DOOR DIED LIKE A WEEK AGO IN HIS HOUSE AND MY MOM DIDNT TELL ME AND NOW IM CREEPED OUT CUZ IM WEIRD ABOUT STUFF LIKE THAT AND IVE WATCHED AMERICAN HORROR STORY AND I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AND IM PARANOID CUZ MY BEDROOM WINDOW FACES HIS HOUSE.
is it wrong that i wanna tell my best friend that the girl he likes isnt that good looking.
but then again, they’re kinda at the same level of attractiveness.
hmm.
i am a shitty friend.
ive figured it out.
thats why they all leave.
stillslydgn:
wears band shirts out in public in hopes that someone attractive will notice and compliment my shirt so we can then get married
do you ever see someone and think oh my god i would like to be responsible for your next orgasm
house full of workout equipment.
the dining room is a gym.
and i have 2 leg workout things in my room.
theres no reason for me to have cellulite.
15 mins into working out,
i cant feel my legs.
i collapsed in my hallway.
dude.
epically bad hair day.
“Sometimes I get a little sad, and I feel like being alone. Then I talk to my cat...”
– James Franco (via hollyisme)
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.
FUCK.
UGH.
GO TO BEST BUY.
GET HIT ON BY DIRECT TV SALESMAN.
TOLD ME I HAVE PRETTY EYES.
TOLD HIM MY BOYFRIENDS A 6’2 WHITE DUDE.
