i am drinking some coffee and some wine
and the result is an overwhelming feeling of having JUST EATEN honey puffs
which is odd because feel like a little child because i only ate honey puffs when i was a little child
but i am drinking coffee and wine! which is overtly adult behaviour don’t we all agree? fuck afternoons.
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if u can’t love yourself irl at least pretend to love yourself on the internet
clever (and funny). Wellington, December 2013.
hey look, here’s me on a day i wore a too-short dress. Vincent wrote on my arm, I wrote on his neck something about a house, i also wrote on Callum’s wrist: “care for bees” which would be a good tattoo, also a group of men barked at me for a long time while i was walking past them (why did it take me so long to get past them?) and I pretended not to notice or react, which made me feel weak. I had a feijoa ice cream, you can see it there. it was perfect. later we sang many songs that were unexpectedly about butts (although i think after a while it began to be expected).
Life in your 20s
yesterday i used a piece of budget white bread to wipe the sweat dripping from my forehead and then i put chips in it and ate it.
and so it begins.
excuse me help please for these reasons
- i keep losing feeling in these fingers
- i missed my appointment, how will i tell my mother
- i want macdonalds but i am still naked and haven’t showered
- 90% of my personality is really really sub-par
how the fuck are we gonna survive till it’s socially acceptable to stop surviving, yo? seriously. i’m serious.
tumblr makes me feel depressed