"hold your horses" my friend says, i immediately begin gathering my horses, but theres too many. my horses are everywhere. they’re running. my horses are going, they’re going… they’re gone. i can no longer hold my horses.
i suddenly jolted awake this morning at like 6am because in my dream my mum threatened to go on my tumblr
so you’ve never heard wonderwall before? *grabs acoustic* i think i still got it in me. havent played guitar in months. lets see what i can do. here goes nothing
it’s very frustrating being a girl and trying to flirt with other girls like. you tell them, ur cute. ‘Aw thank you’ no. no i’m being gay with you. homo intended. damn it
Napkin Notes by Garth Callaghan
A 44-year-old father with terminal cancer writes 826 notes on napkins to pack with his daughter’s lunches for everyday she has class, through high school.