Thief in the Night

Thinking maybe it’s time to get my head shrunk by someone other than myself.

I mean, come on, girl.

If you don’t want to be creeped on by internet folk, James and I both have cellular devices, whose contact digital numerals have been previously archived within your contact hard drive, with whom you can exchange information privately.

Tumblr ain’t gotta know.

jameswithazee:

think of all the notes you’ll get

THINK OF ALL THE NOTES!!!!

If you can’t tell… I like the word “tittymeat” A LOT.

I ain’t even mad.

I just logged on to scroll the dashboard and like random shit before going to sleep.

Ended up getting a semi-topless shot out of Rachel while simultaneously trolling.

Successful Raashid is successful.

Young .gif gawd outchea.

smoothrich:

debating whether i should post a picture of my boobs or send raashid a picture message. that second option always looks like im cheating though.

I’ll be here, waiting…

smoothrich submitted:

i  have titties now thank u very much :P

Shoutout to Rachel for submitting a post, instead of sending a message like most normal people.

Shane and Dale finally died.

Thank you, TV Network gods.

Way past tired of Dale’s bitch-madeness, and Shane’s beta wolf ass.

Can’t wait ‘til next Sunday.

I’m damn-near 20 years old.

This acne can eat a dick.

The Goat Rodeo Sessions are perfect for these kind of nights…

Just pure reflection tunes.

I hadn’t been high since New Year’s Eve, until tonight. 

Off some Project X hype shit.

(I’m sure that’ll become the new trend for movie goers of my current generation. Watching all the insanity that occurs in that movie is just plan destined to lead to a night filled with many bad decisions.) 

Anyway, I peeped this flick with a few of my homies tonight, and it led to my first time being sub-orbital since we brought in 2012.

And it’s wild, because one part of me realized just how much I’d been waiting for something like this to happen again, and the other part is ashamed of it.

Somehow, subconsciously, I just… know that I should’ve been onto that… that thing… that led me into the next big post-high-school-phase that would’ve been much greater than the life I have now.

But I recognize now that we’re all just in that awkward, in-between transition of life. 

And I realize that now, stuck in the in-betweens of life, with no responsibilities…

I’m in the greater part of my life.

yvescheves:

illestintent:

jameswithabee:

Preferably without actually having to be the one to give it to her (don’t really feel like all the awkwardness/drama/tension that may ensue :T). Logistics man.

I had this problem once.

But then I broke into this girl’s dorm room found a way to leave the gift on her bed and peel out before she knew I was there.

She called me later saying it was romantic and sweet and whatever.

Try that out.

So…is that what we do these days? Breaking into people’s rooms? Cool.

*shrugs*

It be like that sometimes.

jameswithabee:

Preferably without actually having to be the one to give it to her (don’t really feel like all the awkwardness/drama/tension that may ensue :T). Logistics man.

I had this problem once.

But then I broke into this girl’s dorm room found a way to leave the gift on her bed and peel out before she knew I was there.

She called me later saying it was romantic and sweet and whatever.

Try that out.

I’m not sure if Repo Men has one of the best, or worst endings of recent movie history.

You spend the last half hour damn-near in awe at all the sweet action, gore, and dramatic ending. 

Just to find out the main character had been brain dead through the second half of the film, and everything else was just a virtual reality program he’d been plugged in to. 

Yeesh.