The best part of a relationship is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter.
Tegan Quin (via batglitch)

More people need to understand this.

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(Source: saraddict)

(Quote reblogged from thatsong)

My stomach, though.

Sweets galore will do that to yah.

Lauren uploaded these.

My Easter was good.

Ate at home, hung with some family, mom took me to Steve’s and we hung with his family, them his friends came over and Isabel biked over and the three ofus had a porch hang of talks an hookah. No wacky tabacky for me.

"Five months of peace is just what I want." - The Shining (1980)

I want to watch you. Right now. Fuck sitting here at work.

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(Photoset reblogged from isawthew0lf)
(Photo reblogged from little-blue-spacesquid)
(Photo reblogged from jimthepunkrockfan)

I need new pillows. I grew to love these and they’re comfortable but it’s time. They’re old, I’m getting there.

I’m in bed. I lay here and my pillows make me move my skull too much. Making me want to rip my head off of my neck.

But alas, here I am. Almost midnight. I crash.

Posted this earlier else where. So, it’s Easter Sunday celebration, Hitler’s birthday and I’m just here for the sweets and family\friend hangs.