agentdalecooper:

the bag my necklaces came in was tiny and my dad just looks at me and says “this is what they sell cocaine in on the streets” and his eyes lit up and he put some baking powder into the bag and put it on the counter and i was like what are you doing… and he was like “i’m going to tell your mom that we found this in your brother’s pocket” jesus christ

(via inhalemusic-exhalepain)

childishnotions:

writing is safer, somehow
because my pen cannot stutter like my lips do,
and words get stuck in throats,
not fingertips, can’t stumble
on paper trails of blue lines
because writing is definite and clear
and no one can tell if i am crying
or laughing
through written words alone 

(via inhalemusic-exhalepain)

schooladminsfollowedmylastblog:

jakethemotherfuckingfox:

lolzpicx:

At night I’m just like

Not all of us can live in nicely climated areas. It gets hot as fuck at night in Kansas

I’d rather sweat a bucket than sleep without a blanket though. It has to at least be a sheet. 

(Source: suspended-in-space, via ramblingsofanangryirishman)

onefootinwonderland:

mememaster:

abbysetcetera:

Adulthood doesn’t mean you stop drinking juice pouches and eating fruit snacks. It means buying your own.

That’s deep

while bringing them to jury duty

(Source: masakispreciousface)