HMD

Walking around a bookstore with no money:

Me: *stroking the books* I'll come back for you.

Me: *flips through pages and inhales* Oh babe, you smell so good. don't do this to me.

whitepplvines:
God bless
im the mom

froghotel:
why are 20 yr olds so sad Are u guys ok
No

Find them here & here.

when they’re your friend but you aren’t their friend

*hits on you* *actually hits you*

A line of paint on the road holds more authority than I ever will.