Reblog this if I can ask you a whole bunch of inapproprite questions.
(Source: fuck-up-nation, via a-hero-mistaken-for-a-villain)
Man the fuck up or get the fuck away from me. I’m sick of being the man in this situation.
I often find myself day dreaming about last Saturday where everything was perfect and the planets inside my head were all align. I had a beautiful man by my side. Now he’s gone, I’ll never know his name.