Я ненавижу этот день

Sometimes I think maybe the reason we broke up was because (we never dated) she was straight

My oil painting of an Uncrustable

okay but tell me they aren't henry and bunny

i’ve been told by various european friends that the most american sentence i’ve ever said is “sophomore year of college, some friends and i road-tripped thirteen hours to florida for spring break.”

and now i can confidently say this is the most guy-who-lives-in-paris sentence i’ve ever said: “today i was cycling to meet a friend at buttes-chaumont and i went over some cobblestones and my baguette got launched out of the bike basket into the middle of the roundabout”

I don’t understand what’s happening to me but I want myself dead and hurt so much because I know I’m not worth anything, I’m dumb and I can’t be trusted or loved. I shouldn’t care about that and I’m definitely not going to give up on my dreams but gosh how much I want someone to be with me entirely with body and soul.

I confuse people. i have a happy personality and a sad soul. i'm bold but shy. i love deeply but sometimes i feel heartless. i'm healing and hurting at the same time. i'm dedicated to growth, but i self sabotage

daily affirmations

i am the unkillable faggot

i can exist in grocery stores

i have the shittiest music taste in any room

i have a gun

Forget butterflies. Give me earthquakes.

yall ever just uhhh think about tsunade

i just love people watching. not in a creepy way, of course, but rather in a way that i love seeing humans being human, doing the most mundane things ever that make you realize how we are such peculiar creatures. there’s something so heartwarming in observing people’s actions, listening to their words because everyone you see or everything you hear is unique in its own way, yet you can easily be reminded of something you’ve already heard or someone you’ve already met because at the end of the day, we’re all the same. isn’t that just magical?