What the fuck is wrong with me?
Why can’t I cope with the fact that idiot boyfriend wants to go out WHEN I’M GOING TO SLEEP? While he could have just said “Hey let’s hang out”, if he REALLY wanted to hang out with somebody. By the way, he’s going out with a guy from work that can BARELY talk in an understandable language to us humans.
Give me all the fat foods in the world to drown myself in.
Calling me to tell me “Hey how are you? I’m going out in 20 minutes by the way” doesn’t make me feel better. At all.
Oh hey, to waste some time on here I’ll just try and do edits of wrestlers with what I think should be their team. I’m accepting suggestions. :)
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt. If I could start again, a million miles away. I would keep myself. I would find a way.
wonder if hannibal has ever literally eaten a dick
Of course I do. :) Good to see you stumbled across my tumblr, even if I’m barely around anymore!
I want that Misawa shirt