I want a cactus in a cute little pot and I’ll name it after you because you’re a fucking prick.
I want to sit with someone at 3 am and talk. Like really talk. I want you to tell me what keeps you up at night, that dream you keep having, what certain songs make you feel like, what you think happens after death. Talk to me about your family and your dreams.
yes mom i know my room is a mess its a metaphor for my life im trying to be poetic
If you can’t handle the sass, you can’t handle the ass
That half-hearted struggle to stop your relatives from giving you money.
“No no, really no, I won’t take it, please no…okay thanks.”
If I introduce a movie to you, and we watch it together, I’ll be spending at least 99.9% of the time watching you to make sure you are responding correctly to the film.