when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that i can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s better and involves me
(Source: pizza)
lay nudes at my gravestone, not flowers. flowers will wither away, but a bomb ass booty is forever
*holding phone in hand* where the fuck is my phone
being human is cool but if i was reincarnated as a bunny i would not complain at all
(Source: basedgosh)
following someone for months and liking their posts to get them to notice you and then they finally follow you




