July 2012
I give up.
“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your...”
– Charles Bukowski (via seabois)
Fall Out Boy lyrics are always so relevant when I’m hopelessly depressed.
Progress report: I am missing you to death.
I don’t feel right. Ever.
Life isn’t quite as it should be for me. Not yet at least.
polosforhomos:
inthehangingtree:
neverbirds:
getnothingdone:
has anyone noticed we brits literally take nothing seriously
#we parachuted our queen into the olympic stadium
#we made hundreds of Mary Poppins’ battle Voldemort
is it a little late to bring in the boston tea party because you guys took that pretty harsh
Now is a really bad time to hate everything.
I’m really hoping this day gets better.
moldysemen said: dont you still work at pac sun??
Yep!
Realizing that some people will never grow up. Realizing that I have awesome friends. Realizing that things will be okay.
As lame as it is, I really want someone to take me to build a bear. I never got to go as a kid.
