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did you hear about the italian chef who died?

he pasta way

he just ran out of thyme

here today, gone tomato

his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it

we never sausage a tragedy coming

ashes to ashes, crust to crust

there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world

Yes mom, I like my hair this way. I get compliments on it, and I think it looks good.

Yes mom, I like wearing these clothes. I’m comfortable. I don’t care that I wore frilly shit when I was a kid.

Yes mom, I wear mens deodorant. It smells better and does a better job.

Yes mom, I’m going to the gym at night. I’ve gone before. I’ll be fine.

JFC. You’d think I was 12. I need to leave this place.

I’m not going on Facebook for a while.

I know I’m missing out on stuff there (announcements, news, art, etc) but I’m doing it for myself.

I know I keep repeating this but it needs it. I hate how confusing it is. I hate how every time someone comments or likes something it pops up for me to see it again. I’m avoiding that. I don’t want to keep seeing things I don’t like or can’t handle.

I’m sorry if it’s inconvenient.