*takes a shit at the club*
I’m so selfish
Now the sun was slanting in at one side, so that the shadows were where they ought to be. Again he fell into that strange mood of speculation that was so foreign to him. If faces were different when lit from above or below—what was a face? What was anything?
William Golding, Lord of the Flies (via likeafieldmouse)
omg these are so cute ask me these
- Do you love this shit?
- Are you high right now?
- Do you ever get nervous?
- I heard you fucking your girl is it true?
- You getting money?