Reblog If You're Ending 2010 Single.
I’m gonna go stand on the edge of the world and do hand puppets on the moon during the eclipse. Let me know if you see a bunny.
I feel like the soundtrack of my life would be the same old song sung by a different person over and over and over again infinitely.
I really miss just hanging out and cuddling or even just being in the same room as someone who misses me, and wants to be around me. I came to the realization the other day, that as many friends as I have, I don’t have a lick of intimacy. Not even a little bit. Like none. There’s not a single person I can text or call and just shoot the shit with about my life that isn’t too...
Reblog if you'd rather be having sex now.