June 2012
May 2012
you know them moments when you look in the mirror and you think holy shit that’s me because for some reason it feels like the person you’re looking at in the mirror is an unfamiliar stranger and you begin thinking about how you’re a person on a planet in a solar system in a galaxy in a universe and for a few minutes you ponder the origin and the meaning of existence and then shrug and return to...
spybook:
I feel like if I ever got a boyfriend I’d have no idea what to do with it and leave it outside.
