can we skip this whole “college” thing and go straight and go to the part where i have a really awesome job and spend all my time traveling?
that’s what you get you dumb bitch
|—||Henry Ward Beecher (via feellng)|
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
i dont say “no” to drugs
i say “no thank you” because i wasnt raised in a fucking barn like some of you hoodlums