I hate when people mention someone in their life by their name without providing me with any context about who this person is.
“So Dylan and I went to yoga class yesterday — ”
Hold it right there. Who the fuck is Dylan. Your boyfriend? Your arch nemesis? Your brother? Your pet sea monkey? Your therapist? Your favourite fictional character? Are you on a first-name basis with your dad? Last-name basis with Bob? WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN.
mornings are gross and i want no part in them
sometimes i think i’m sassy and then i realize i’m just too sarcastic and borderline mean
|*watches a movie*|
|*sees a dog*|
|me:||if something happens to that dog I sWEAR TO GOD|
a hoodie and underwear is all you really need to wear tbh
never ignore a person who loves you, cares for you, and misses you. because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.
if you’re a boy and you cry it is not dumb and you are not a pussy you’re a fucking human being