I need someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 2 in the morning and will tell me their favorite songs and their family problems and how they think the earth was made
I just want to write myself a world and go live in it
that awkward moment when you like the teacher that everyone hates
not all ‘old’ music is good and not all ‘new’ music is bad so get your head out of your ass
im kinda happy but i also really wanna get hit by a car at the same time
What did the blanket say when it fell off the bed?
My ears. They are ringing.
are u gonna answer em
i like how on tumblr we don’t complete our sentences. we kind of just
imagine a series where everyone is already dead and enjoying the afterlife but the events start to happen and people start to revive so the plot focuses on people trying to cling to death because they dont want to go back to the world and live and have to put up with everything
so in this series instead of the usual “everyone dies” tragedy the problem becomes that “everyone lives”
WRITE A BOOK