I find myself staring at them, mid-meal, saying, “man shouldn’t have to live on carbohydrates; complex or otherwise.”
and so ends a very detailed chapter in my life
you will always be remembered, because I’m gonna get a sick chest piece tattooed that will be insanely morbid.
i think there’s a moment in everyone’s life where you need realize that you shouldn’t give a single shit what anyone else thinks and you come to the conclusion that you live for yourself and what you want and need in life. not to say you’re selfish, because that might include…
pretty sure I don’t fit in at work
Ohhhh, that’s awxsome
white/green, or white/red? yeah, you’re right, I need one more Gisela for a good white/red burn
