you want a man with a strong jawline so you have a sturdy place to sit
all these dicks and you decide to suck the fun outta this party
it’s 4:20 you know what that means. time to go out and milk the cows. life on a pennsylvanian farm is tough but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
sometimes i reblog a textpost with like ten notes and im like “hell yeah i support independent textposts” happy motherfucking small business saturday
i’m as useless as those tiny silica packets that come in shoe boxes
“I’m not mean, I’m a thousand years old, and I’ve just lost track of my moral code”