Isn’t it weird how we basically have an endless mental conversation with ourselves when we think?
(via aestheticacadema)
I want to do adult things with you
*whispers* taxes
*moans* pay the mortgage
*breathes* go make sure we turned off all the lights, our utility bill was fucking $300 this month
*tremors run through body* did you pay the baby sitter
(via imsofuckingtwisted)