Thanks for stalking my tumblr :P
me whispering to my dog in the dark: hey.. you still up?
And then when they ask us to draw cyclooctanes…
Ochem hopes and dreams:
That little tail wag kills me
My guinea pig is walking the dog
when u accidentally hurt ur friends feelings and they insist that its fine but u know it isnt
aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall
I have never thought about it in this context
that’s actually really, really creepy.
I once pointed this out to my mother and she just stared at me, in stunned silence for ages.
There will always be a girl who is less sober, less secure, with less friends walking in a darker part of town. I want her safe just as much as I want me safe.
Most influential photo of the year by far
best of “she wears short skirts”
you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil
lol he looks like my friends when they’re drunk