i saw a 67 chevy impala outside my school today
the second i got home i did the same thing that any normal person would do. i searched for strange deaths and disappearances in my town.
when you ask ur crush who they like and they say someone else’s name and you act like you’re fine
I can’t wait for the day that I get a small apartment in a big city with someone that I love. Like nothing excites me more, I find myself thinking about it at 3 am, my mind races, thinking about how we’ll decorate it. Be able to come home from work, make dinner together, hug them from behind while we wait. Eat and watch our favorite shows, go to bed, have mindblowing sex and not have to worry about being apart because we have each other in our arms every night when we drift off to sleep.
OH, an alternate way to make friend on tumblr is ‘silently like each other’s personal posts and thereby develop a quiet, very specific camaraderie that consists entirely of the feeling transmitted through notifications’
That awkward moment when you leave a store without buying anything and all you can think is “act natural, you’re innocent”.
yesterday in the car my mom said “theres always the one gay twin out of a pair” and my twin brother and I shot a glance at one another because we’re both the gay twin