I need to start running again. I need to start doing art again. It’s been so long since I’ve actually done something. Or shown my work to anyone. I need to grow a pair and stop hiding all of my projects. I also need to get a job and join lacrosse. And make new friends. That’s a good idea. I need some of those. OH! And make it through this year in one piece. That’s...
Anonymous asked: you're just like chandler. from friends? yes.
I need a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup.
handsaretiedtopagesinked: for rizzle dizzle. Come here and lemme cook for youuuuuu.
And all the while I’ll know we’re fucked and not getting unfucked soon.– The Antlers.
Op. STORY TIME. I just remembered that a few days ago, me and Dahlia tried to record something, and everytime I’d fuck something, up, I’d make a weird noise or say something ridiculous and she put all those clips together and made some kid of embarrassing montage of it. And then literally every blood cell in my body flew to my cheeks and I told her to delete it and she wouldn’t...