So sick of fake friends. People that once said they loved you and needed you, and now hardly remember you exist.

 

homoish:

I hate that feeling you get in your stomach when you see him. No, not butterflies. I’m talking about that need for dick so much it actually hurts in your stomach

relush:

i love sleeping. it’s the only time when you can escape reality.

shouldnt:

dopeturtlem:

this girl injected with the truth serum 

OMG I love her

handpickedhappiness:

thevoxbox:

charlesoberonn:

giftvvrap:

will you marry me = a marriage proposal
will, you, Mary, me = a foursome proposal

Will you, Mary me = Cavewoman Mary helps Will recover from his Amnesia

Will, you marry me. = Will’s time-traveling partner

And people keep trying to tell me that punctuation isn’t important