where is the boy that spots me sitting alone in the corner of a coffee shop reading my favorite novel and slips me a folded note telling me i look delicate and mysterious or a boy that sees me in the record store flipping through the vinyls who tells me in depth about his love for the record i am holding and takes my other hand and runs his fingers across my shaking knuckles?
no where because if it happened in real life you’d cast them off as creepy or weird
Tumblr is a shitty place full of shitty people with an incredibly flawed sense of social equality and social justice.
my bedsheets came out of the wash like half an hour ago but im too tired to dry them so if i dont wake up assume its hypothermia and carry on wit your lives dont care bout me too much
are vegans allowed to drive since gasoline is made from fossil fuels meaning dinosaurs had to DIE for you to drive that car you fucking pig
I seriously don’t know what the entire movie industry is going to do when michael cera gets too old to play an awkward 17 year old
he wont the guy hasn’t aged since his mum stopped driving him to school every morning