Certain people are convinced that I am either a slightly butch lesbian or a slightly effeminate gay man in a womans body.
what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
They do if you’re a blackout drunk.
I’m not very good at small talk, I want to talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky, I am terrible at asking about school and weather
when you mess up talking to the person behind the counter
Cashier: Enjoy your movie
Me: Thanks, you too…..