there’s something charming, sometimes, about a bed that sits on the floor. i don’t know why, and i certainly don’t think that it’s inherently telling. but it often gives the impression that maybe a person doesn’t have their shit completely together. i like that.
You put yourself right between the killing thing’s teeth, but you don’t give it the power to—
do you ever just want to hold someone in your arms for about 37 years
i wish i had a little toilet and sink in the corner of my room so i wouldnt have to walk all the way to the bathroom
That’s a prison cell
In prison your food gets cooked for you as well.
I’m beginning to think murdering people I don’t like wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
you do realize that there’s probably police officers on here, right?
oh no what are they going to do send me to prison?
What I’m really terrified of is leading an average, ordinary life with a regular job and an invariable routine, planned holidays, an average household, fixed responsibilities and not doing anything different to be remembered by.
I promise to never unfollow you for posting excessive selfies. Selfie on, you beautiful self-confident tumblr users.
do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression
Can anyone hook me up with an artist who has a realistic feel to their commissions?
✖ least favorite:
✔ who resembles me:
❤ most attractive:
❤ three more characters that i like: