(Source: jhnmyr)
“I know that I’m not all that you’ve got / I guess that I just thought / maybe we could find new ways to fall apart.”
— fun. ‘tonight’
“blogging isn’t writing. it’s graffiti, with punctuation.”
this is a picture of a lounge chair. outside. by the pool. i sent it to a friend, and this is the exchange that followed..
me: there’s a bird around here that is not feeling too amazing right now.
him: is that your bed?!!?
me: what?! NO!!
him: ohh. where is that??
me: ….wait. you thought i sent you a picture OF MY PERIOD?!!!?
him: possibly. maybe. no.
me: YOU THOUGHT I SENT YOU A PICTURE OF MY PERIOD?!!?
him: yes.
me: i said “BIRD”..!
him: i thought maybe you meant one of the zillion birds in your room, idk! ..maybe i’m just too literal.
me: IF YOU WERE LITERAL, YOU WOULDN’T THINK THAT BIRD = VAGINA!
him: yeahh, i thought that was odd. but i just went with it.
me: you sick fuck.
him: guess i’m just a L double O ser.
me: …
