do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes
all i think about is sex and what i am going to eat next
"Love this photo. *From a friend who worked at Disneyland."
i wonder how many people i’m in the “i’d be down if you asked” zone with
Klaudija Visockyte on flickr
This is hard to look at
this literally always makes my heart ache, no matter how many times this comes up on my dash, my chest always starts to hurt
Oh you’ve redecorated…
I don’t like it
i acknowledge that this house has had a renovation, but given that it’s a stupid-ass renovation, i’ve elected to ignore it.