My roommate is gay but I believe we’re probably like platonic soulmates bc whenever I text him “bad day” he picks me up a greek salad and a five guys fry and whenever he texts me “bad day” i pick him up ribs and cheesecake at bbq heaven on MLK street and we texted each other “bad day” at the same time today and came home to each other’s food that’s like. real love imo.
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i dont really… WANT… to leave tumblr. ive been here since 2011
no other platform has the right format for me to just randomly barf actual thoughts, joaks, and genuine creative content all in the same breath. i dont know how to compartmentalize
every other platform you gotta be a real person. Here you are you’re icon and username and whatever your hyperfixation is at the current moment
i see all ur attempts to make me follow ur twitters its not happening we live here we’ll die here its up to god if we ever meet again
My girl not allowed to eat honey nut cheerios. What the fuck she tryna do? Lower her cholesterol, live longer than me and find another nigga? Shiiiitt.
“I needed to take care of myself. So I let go of all responsibility except the responsibility— and the satisfaction— of being myself. For me it was a most unusual feeling: to be comfortably irresponsible with no feelings of guilt. And, to my surprise, I found I was more effective that way.”
— Carl Rogers
