I wish there were more white straight guys who listened to rap and dubstep
I wish there were more white straight guys who listened to rap and dubstep
The day after my 19th birthday, I vomited in to a Ziplock bag in Mexico while seated next to an elderly man named Mr. Thurston. I think about it often and sometimes cry.
I just told a ten minute version of this story to my co-workers and all of them hated it and in turn, hate me.
oldfilmsflicker: howtotalktogirlsatparties:
8:00 A.M. I sleep seven hours. If I go to bed at two, I wake up at nine. If I go to bed at midnight, I wake up at seven. I don’t wake up before—the house can fall apart, but I sleep for seven hours. I wear a long, full-length white shirt, in a…
when he’s about to reach his climax, lean into his ear and whisper;
“yolo”
Get stuck. Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you…