February 2012
my mom thinks i’m lonely she wants me to join okcupid
my dads talking to me about uma thurmans feet in great detail idk how to feel
i’m deleting all of the profile pictures where i look like a tool and then i’m going to drink four gallons of koolaid and bury myself alive in my backyard fuck
good god why am i crying there is nothing to cry about
someone teach me how to ride a bike
i’ve spent so much time adding sunglasses to my urban outfitters wishlist and day dreaming about being in california and i’m not going to get into the college and then i’m just going to go to into an ice cream and tears induced coma so there
god dammit i am such a mess today
“Alright so you need to be on a balcony. And you need to be fucking an obese...”
– Will Blankin (via gayforjesus)
one of my life goals is to be a small part in a B horror film but it’s so hard to work on a good, terrified scream when you live with other people
