some days I don’t even know how people put up with me let alone love me but I’m sure glad they do.
fucking anniversary we’re fighting, happy?
- go to the ocean
- take a long car ride with a bunch of music to somewhere I don’t know
- be a little reckless, feel like I’m actually doing something with my life that doesn’t include having a job or going to school
- go on adventures (& mini adventures)
- live the fuck out of this summer
he’s still playing videogames. I wish I were exaggerating. I would like some attention, please. (is this being passive aggressive? I’m not trying to be, honest).
sitting here on your bed on tumblr isn’t doing much for me and hasn’t for the last 5 hours. sorry people of tumblr, no offense. god my brain is dead. can’t you tell. do you hate me. no, okay good.I love you guys. I honestly do, like, you all are my little family of friends and it’s great.