because of you
of course I have to be upset about this I’m upset about 90% of everything in my life right now.
every idiot posting about their 3.8s on facebook make me want to seriously kill myself.
my dad is the fucking greatest i wish you guys could like hang out with him sometime
I just had THE most fucked up dream. and I’ve had some really terrifying ones, but this was really bad and I’m glad I was somehow able to stop myself and wake up but I am never watching american horror story before I sleep again or ever unless its like broad fucking daylight and justin timberlake songs are playing in the background and theres sunshine and puppies everywhere because my mind is apparently a horrifying place that I don’t want to make worse.
its bizarre and I’m so confused and I don’t want to have strange conversations with you anymore I just want you to stop being in the goddamn second grade and face fucking book poking me
when people like or reblog a post about someones pale legs of which they know nothing about because those legs are to underground and everyone else is clearly too mainstream and tan to know about them.
what the fuck