idk why wearing someone else’s shirt or sweater or jacket is so satisfying and comforting but it is
but not as satisfying as seeing someone else wearing your jacket or sweatshirt. like. wow. they’re wearing my sweatshirt. and it’s cute as fuck.
the bond between the person wearing someone else’s clothes and the person whose clothes they are wearing is strong
i’ve missed my macbook wow
when people are very very nice to you and make you feel good about yourself
oh boy I took some strong pain meds for the first time in a couple weeks and wow are they hitting me hard
sooooo I guess this is your reminder that I think you’re all cool and I love talking with you and reading about your lives
even if we don’t talk a lot, I guarantee you I’d love to start —…
In that case, I would love to discuss the intricate plot of Bioshock Infinite.
there are three levels to tumblr friendships:
1. super nice messages
2. slightly weird messages
3. messages with the entirety of bohemian rhapsody lyrics and messages at 4am saying things like “what if you woke up and u were a chicken”
Me and my mutual followers that never seem to actually talk but we like and reblog each other’s posts:
yeah im ok i just dont want to be alive haha