In My Not Gonna Kill Myself Era

L’ Amour de Pierrot, 1920 by Salvador Dalí

Bread.

bread.

Can't believe I'm a diehard Green Day fan AND a bassist but I forgot to wish Mike Dirnt happy birthday

This is literally how my entire friend group said they don't want me in the group anymore.

it should be illegal to tell an overthinker "we need to talk"

I once asked someone how they knew I was bi and they said everything

if you dont reblog this youre straight

THIS. The exact summation of my social life. There but not really there.

i miss my friends

Coffee is fucking disgusting and the only reason you drink it is because you want to tell people you drink it or you just like pain.

(I like pain)

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I've been hit. Tell my AO3 account I love her.