batreaux:

“I remember Kony” , I say as I take a long pull from my bottle of Scope

batreaux:

Ａ ＧＬＯＷＩＮＧ ＯＲＢ followed you! Ａ ＧＬＯＷＩＮＧ ＯＲＢ keeps following you. You pick up your walking pace. Ａ ＧＬＯＷＩＮＧ ＯＲＢ matches your pace. What have I done wrong, why is it so cold?

literally my gameplan.

theblindlibrarian:

If I have one more fucking dream about losing people I’m denying I’m in love with to people who care less, I might just get my entire body tattoed, a 50’s pinup haircut, glasses, and headscarf, gain forty pounds and move to Olympia, WA to fix cars.