I was really moved by Denny’s’ Poem for Pancaks. Here’s a dramatic reading.
We were moved by your reading. In fact we were so moved that we’re all crying. We can’t stop crying. This is serious. Call the wambulance. No, for real.
what if you injected brownie mix into your bloodstream like since your body temp is like 98 the brownies would cook over a few days and then you will have clumps in your arms and you just cut it open and eat the brownies i should be a scientist
what the fucking hell is wrong with you
"Some people are so broken,
They get mad at you for being whole."
Are we dating?
Are we fucking?
Are we best friends?
Are we something in between that?
I wish we never fucked and I mean that.
what if your stick figure drawings are hyper-realist drawings in an alternate universe of stick people
(Source: hotdadjpg, via pizza)
"I didn’t like my name until you said it."