Your Friendly Neighborhood

This is a blog. Right now it kind of sucks, but maybe one day it'll be good.

okcdouchebags:

That febreeze can though…

She forgot the one where they position their hand over the balls in an attempt to make their dick look bigger.

(Source: soft-ghetto-tomatoes)

And wether we meet again in another wicker basket, fresh and grown.

Or in the slums of a garbage can, dejected and rotting.

Or side by side before death, 

corroding together in someone’s stomach

as acid burns our flesh.

I will always be happy.  Because, no matter what,

I’ll have you.

I just wrote the most beautiful piece I’ve ever written.  Fuck.  This is emotional.  I’m so happy.