At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.
Perfect disaster, ever after.
my condolences to anyone who knew me two years ago
my condolences to anyone who still knows me now tbh
when people i dont like touch me
You heard it here first, Tumblr.
I FORGOT THAT BACK WHEN PARIS HILTON WAS IN JAIL, MY DAD WROTE HER LETTER AND SHE SENT US BACK A LETTER AND AN AUTOGRAPHED PICTURE AND I JUST FOUND THEM AND IM ECSTATIC
ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES
*gets down on one knee* *gets down on other knee* *lays down on ground* *doesn’t get up ever*