Perfect Timing

Woah Mama, I'll be damned if I've been there, I was BORN there, hummina hummina!

Elvis Presley’s birthplace, Tupelo MS, USA

I seriously just need to drown or something

My parents took both my lighters

I got moved back into my little brother's room (I was staying in the guest room because I broke my arm and I have a loft bed)

I don't have anyone to talk to about it face-to-face because I lost almost all of my friends because I'm a selfish asshole, and I can't talk to the only one of my friends left that would listen to me because I'm too afraid of looking like the pathetic loser I am to her because I like her

I can't smoke my worries away

I can't drink my worries away

I can't cut my worries away (my parents found out awhile ago)

I don't even have my own space to cry my worries away in

I can only imagine how many meaningful, harmless letters were ripped up by a man at a desk.

Found this on Twitter/X. Hope this helps anyone.

This-Ray-Raymond-Guy-Sucks

Reblog and write the opposite of your URL

thatwasnotveryravenofyou → itisextremelypigeonofthem

Least obvious money laundering business in New England:

Hehe

I have been waiting all year to post this.

gng i broke my wrist longboarding

Ah, I see. This is why I double clicked this post.

Hotline Miami

in loving memory of my favorite shirt