I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."
|-||Pablo Neruda (via flction)|
when you try to tell a joke but nobody gets it
Sunday nights are the worst you go to bed with that horrifying feeling of impending doom like “I’ve got a whole fucking week ahead”
when you’re a racist, sexist, homophobic straight white boy and everyone calls you out on it
I like to text my mom “help me im in danger” put my phone on vibrate and shove it up my ass