all i want is to run away with someone and just drink and smoke and get high and fuck and never leave our hotel room because there’s nothing and nobody else we need.
i’m in love with Tate Langdon. i don’t care that he’s not a real person. i don’t care that he’s crazy. i don’t care that he killed a bunch of kids. i just don’t care. i love him.
hour 2 on 5-hour energy
his face. booty had me like
Saying goodbye to tumblr because finals.
the second picture is literally killing me.
and then i remember i’m driving and look back at the road.
1. You finally force yourself to sit down and open your textbook:
2. You somehow manage to stay awake through multiple study guides and practice exams:
3. Eventually you can’t take it anymore:
4. Then you get to the exam and it’s like:
5. But you walk out knowing you’re…
the kid at Chuck E. Cheese
My devil danced with his demon and the fiddler’s tune is far from over.