I get caught up in porn blogs really quickly

All of ya’ll who went to fpsf….

That’s cool

zackisontumblr:

If anybody asks if they know you from somewhere, look them in the eyes and say, “Do you watch porn?”

This glass of wine stinks of the back corners of my refrigerator

I remember when I used to write. Long, long poems and sentences that I stringed together with clumsy grammar but good intentions. If the intention of trying is a “thing”. 

I’m sure it is.

There were a different assortment of people in my life then. We sat in awe of death.

Nothing was simple. The phrase “Life was simple then” has never occurred to me to use, whether it be in fiction or in everyday colloquialism. Just doesn’t seem right, a sort of lie or screwed up vision of retrospect. 

I dreamed a little less

i-o-u-a-fall:

chroniclesofpanem:

tunadeluna:

ninejuanjuan:

bromofasho:

nigga-chan:

nicoosuxx:

Remember when they were going to censor the internet?

Remember when people cared about Kony?

Remember when people did the cinnamon challenge?

Remember when everyone played Temple Run?

Remember the Alamo?

Remember the Titans?

remember who you are