Found him outside a convenience store & I was worried some bratty kid would do something gross with him so I took him home named him Bernard and buried him
I’m sorry for your loss but 1. Did you just have a miniature coffin laying around 2. If not where tf do you get a miniature coffin from ?
there is no loss to be sorry about. he died on his own i just didn’t want asshole kids doing something to him. and yes i have lots of them! i paint them. and i guess sometimes bury things with them.
Everyone who suffers from social anxiety needs a friend who will
- help them order food when it’s too scary
- walk with them through crowded places
- help them laugh it off when they make a mistake
- not get tired of answering “no, you’re not annoying, silly goose! You’re adorable and I love you” no matter how many times it’s needed
and if you’re that friend, bless u for being fab <3
I am both of these friends
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
sometimes I kiss people I shouldn’t kiss and let them unbutton my jeans sometimes I leave English class without asking and walk in angular circles until I can hear the blood rushing under my skin sometimes I run until I can’t breathe sometimes I sit in the rain sometimes I sleep for six hours in the middle of the day
sometimes I drive too fast and listen to my music so loud that it hurts sometimes I drink until everything goes black and I don’t remember talking about you all night (even though I do)
sometimes I cry about books and about people who died hundreds of years ago sometimes I don’t cry even though I want to more than anything sometimes I ignore the people I love sometimes I hold myself to keep everything in because you are not here to do it
sometimes I think I’m alive sometimes I think I probably never will be
L.C. (via porn4smartgirls)
All the hardest, coldest people you meet,
were once as soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.
Iain S. Thomas (via bruisinq)