Oh captain my captain.
You embody everything I wish to be.
You show me all the fucks I give. 
Also work can go do one.
- A deep poem about life and any given day, by Alex *Last name retracted cause stalkers be trippin*
I hurt My whole body hurts and I need some kind of device to hug it better. Preferably covered in skin, anthropomorphic and hairy. With nice arms. And a killer smile.

I hurt

My whole body hurts and I need some kind of device to hug it better. Preferably covered in skin, anthropomorphic and hairy. With nice arms. And a killer smile.

“When two people try any form of cuddling in the “spoons” arrangement, the rear party invariably ends up with an “awkward arm”, which, wherever they put it, will be crushed beneath one body or the other. “It usually leads to wishing arms could be pulled off and then put back on afterwards,” says lilyrandall. Specially made beds with arm holes in them might be a more practical solution.”
indievisualjournal:

it’s only a daaay awaaaay.

MY LIFE.
beyoncevszombie:

"What goes around comes back around (hey my baby)"

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