
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
guinea pigs are just hairy baked potatoes

ashley, who’s asking?
Hello to you too :)
I love the fact we’ve been complaining about Tumblr changes, but then they give us something that actually moves
and we’re like