Long Distance Friendships Will Have You Saying Shit Like Fuckkk I Wish I Could Wash Dishes With You

please god what am i tell me what i am

you either microblog your e-diary (exclusively prose) on tumblr or twitter

nothing else is acceptable

half hard at the graveyard call that a semitery

caleb has a habit of tilting his head down when you're talking to him, especially when you're standing close. it's not dramatic, just enough to catch your gaze, brows slightly raised like he’s listening to you and only you.

it's the kind of look that makes you forget what you were saying for a second.

the worst part? he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. he'll lean an elbow on a table or rest a hand against a doorframe, letting his height naturally create that downward angle: eyes low-lidded, mouth relaxed, totally unbothered. and you'll just stare, cheeks heating up, heartbeat skipping.

and when he does know?

he tilts a little more, lowers his voice, and murmurs, “you were saying?”

yeah. he knows.

rigatoni king of the pasta shapes

Jumpscare of the week: his snao popping up as a siggested friend to add

LOONEYTUNES TUPE OF YIKES

hmm should i rewatch spiderman into the spiderverse and stay up or go to sleep early and wake up to go on a run?

how can I quit weed AND tolerate my sister

It's always insane how close i am to delusions

Pavit Panag