dramxtic

me: damn its hot as fuck outside
me: *wears all black*

it’s so cute when a really fat bumblebee comes and bops against the window and immediately bumbles away like oh deary me I am terribly sorry that wasn’t where I should have been going oh what a silly sausage I am

automatically:

after your first time having sex

Not killing myself is a huge deal for me but it’s not exactly something i can talk openly about over a family Sunday dinner

(via tranclusion)

goatwishes:

saying “sorry im out of it today” as if im not like this all the time is my fav lie

abigaillx:

the actual, physical ache you feel in your chest and in your bones when you’re so sad is fucking awful.

aimematch:

well this social situation isn’t going the way i acted it out in the shower

sickfake:

*picks a fight with someone i really love for absolutely no reason other than my constant need to destroy every relationship around me* this is fine

tinymaw:

me: it’s ok I’m not mad
me 5 mins later: actually? You can go to hell

I’m just dying to say, ‘Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?’ or ‘Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?’ But you can’t say that at a cocktail party.

Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via dovmelianneanne)

me on a first date: so, do you want to watch 10 seasons, 85 hours, of Friends with me?

pridefvl:

checking social media this morning like