i have a bunch of high school musical party supplies who wants to party with me
we’re all in this together
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms
#when existentialism becomes comforting rather than horrifying
the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting
Pictures of Sunsets through Shattered Mirrors by Bing Wright
this fucking ASSHOLE
who wants to make out with me for like 4 hours
Oh, right. The marathon. The marathon for Disneyland, the marathon chosen especially to run around Disneyland, Disneyland’s marathon. That marathon?
i would so go on a walk with you
i love listening to a song so much that i start noticing lil bass grooves that i didn’t notice before or little guitar riffs that sounded like vocals at first and a tambourine in the middle of a song that i totally overlooked like how do some people not find music interesting it’s like an audio scavenger hunt
I hate it when someone tells me it’s my fault when it is my fault.