The truth is you won't even be there when I can't stand on my own two feet. You won't be here.
Will I ever know how it feels to be home again?
I've been told that home is where the heart is
If that's the case, I've never been home
humansofnewyork:

"So do you sell drugs?" "No I’m only five"

humansofnewyork:

"So do you sell drugs?" "No I’m only five"


prollyright:

napping together is my kind of date


unclefather:

brokendildo:

what if u were laying in bed and then stretched ur hand up and something hi5’d u

i’d move to a different continent because i don’t fuckin play like that


vinebox:

shoutout to oxygen


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innpizzawecrust:

what do you want

innpizzawecrust:

what do you want


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