my dad told me he just mailed me a package. and i can’t wait to get it because he’s adorable and i miss home and i told him i wanted chocolate for my birthday.

Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via sadgirl1017)

school tomorrow more like school tomorno

kiransingh:

the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

ohshititsgreg:

If we’re dating and you don’t let me pretend to play bongo drums on your butt then guess what? We’re through