If my next date night doesn’t consist of pulled pork barbecue, vodka, Reservoir Dogs and getting eaten out, I will be highly disappointed.
Imagine reading a book of every conversation where people have spoken about you.
I’d probably have 13 panic attacks, heart failure, and probably dehydrate my body from all my tears
- (via themilkywhiteway)
tried to explain to the seven year old i babysit that being immortal would actually be awful because eventually everyone you know would die and you would be alone and he was like “good”