It only takes being rejected once for me to never ever ask anyone anything ever again.
My Sundays include procrastination and forgetting to eat or eating my whole fridge there is no inbetween
tumblr fame here i come
"what music do you like?" is such a stressful question like what do you want to know??? genres?? artists?? albums??? time periods?? 25 most played?? what i’m currently listening to??? what i listen to at different times of the day?? be more specific??????
some days I’m this emotional slob who writes poems and listens to matt nathanson and other days I’m an idiot who laughs at dick jokes and wants to listen to kendrick lamar and do drugs
do u ever lie on ur side and a small tear leaks out and ur just like whoa wtf body I know I’m sad but not that sad