do you ever really want to read but somehow you just end up stuck on tumblr thinking about how much you want to read but continuing not to do it?
why the fuck cant i have a best friend who lives 30 seconds away from me who always comes over and we just stay at each others houses whenever movies are so deceiving
50% of my jokes are self deprecating and 50% are self congratulatory like i’ll say “wow its hot in here…. just like me” and 5 seconds later point at a trash can and say “me”
Honestly Cosmo, I came out to have a good time and I’m feeling so attacked right now.