(Source: pokemoninblackandwhite, via brainnews)
love him like a brother, fuck him like a husband.
or maybe
love him like a brother, fuck him like a hot half-brother you only just found out you had so you didn’t grow up together or anything so it’s KIND OF ok although no not really, not at all.
gret in bed, 2013
dear diary
I’ve only left my house twice this week and both times it was just to go to band meeting / recording sesh with the same 2 people (not my main band but another project)
I feel really lame because I get so excited about leaving the house that I always bring beer (eternally thirsty for summer ale but feel lame also drinking by myself at home) and I do share it with the boys but I’m really just doing it so I have an excuse to get out of the house and drink beer, like I am not so insanely concerned in being nice to them and bringing them beverages and picking them up and driving them home i just DO THESE THINGS because I CAN and they ask and I don’t wanna be an asshole.
it’s not even like chilling and drinking its just straight up work and then going home to bed.
I guess I’m feeling really mad that my social life is the least exciting its been since I turned 16
I have one friend but he’s out of town and even in that case I often doubt that it counts because we spent like 8 months sleeping together in the past and what if he wouldn’t hang out with me very much if we’d never done that.
everyone else seems super deeply occupied with their couple activities or something like how does that even work and why do I never succeed in being a member of that universe
I’ve been having to write lyrics for almost a whole record and literally every lyric is about how i want to fuck boys because that is all I can think about because I am a dog.
(think its gonna be a good fucking record though.)
wish my boobs would all of a sudden get rly big so I could continue wearing only the most giant t-shirts and no one would notice except for me he he
then they’d just quietly go back to normal after like a month
unnoticed
