This Blog Is Not A Well-curated Museum. It’s My Bedroom & I’m Putting Things On My Shelf & Taping

me remembering i have a name and body and people know me:

doctors will be like. yeah. there’s something so so so so wrong with you. idk what and I don’t really care

no because bad dream by wallows is giving me andreil

bodies should never ever hurt when i’m trying to sleep. like girl literally just turn off. that’s enough

we drove all night until you started to cry (because you saw a world without you and i)

told me where your problems lie, but i cant solve them

yeah we gotta give it time (guess thats my problem)

i see yoU LOVING ON THE SIDELINES

i think about it at the wrong times

i see yoU LOVING ON THE SIDELINES

who'll you be taking with you tonite??

i know i drew the line (can we erase it??)

we're living in denial (but we can change this!!)

and i drove all night until i started to cry

all because i saw a world without you and i!!!!

dont let this conversation die.. :((

i seE YOU LOVING ON THE SIDELINES

i think about it at the wrong times

i seE YOU LOVING ON THE SIDELINES

who'll you be taking with you tonite??

you've turned intooooo

someone that i never knew

day ??? of broken elbow. can open doors and make my own bed now lets gooooo

day 18 with a broken elbow. wondering when i will be able to use doorknobs again

Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.

Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.

tumblr post: reblog if you’re not homophobic!!!!1!

me, a gay who is tired of seeing this shit on my dash: