you're a freak bernard, you know that
Go and get a job. Go and find a flat. Find somebody else. Put them in the flat. Make them stay. Get a toaster. Go to work. Get on the bus. Look at your boss. Say “fuck”. Sit down. Pick up the thing. Go blank. Scream internally. Go home. Listen to the radio. Look at the other person. Think, “WHY? Why did this happen?”. Go to bed. Lie awake! At night! Get up. Feel groggy. Put the things on – your clothes – whatever they’re called. Go out the door, into work – same thing! Same people, again, it’s real, it is happening, to you. Go home again! Sit, radio, dinner – mmm. Gardening, gardening, gardening, death.
Dylan Moran (via enya-died-for-our-sins)
dont mind me but ive just quite literally gone through the thirteen pages of your blog (in other words, all of it) and i have fallen in love

aw thank you love, you’re the sweetest! 

tuggywuggy:

My Leather Bound Books

tuggywuggy:

My Leather Bound Books

how it should have ended

Cannot reblog this enough

tumboner:

leoreturns:

I have been waiting all year to post this.

omg


Every year

tumboner:

leoreturns:

I have been waiting all year to post this.

omg

Every year

I am the one who knocks
not my parents (via bo-burnhum)

hufflepuff-and-stuff:

one of my favorite jokes of all time

"Don’t you think it’s about time we admitted how we feel about each other?"
"I think we should wait"
"Until when?"
"Until one of us is dead"