Me and my mutual followers that never seem to actually talk but we like and reblog each other’s posts:
This Snake Juice is basically rat poison. Everybody’s wasted.
but unless it’s got a dirt road, leading down to a fishing hole, with a little piece of moonlight, a couple cans of Bud Light, where I can cuddle with my baby, I can pull her real close. I don’t want to go unless Heaven’s got a dirt road.
is there anything weirder than waking up after a dream and all the details are still fresh in your mind so you’re just like what the FUCK WAS THAT WHY DID I THINK THAT WAS NORMAL HOW DID DREAM ME NOT QUESTION THAT
I once had a dream in which someone asked me “how can you tell this isn’t a dream” and I was like, “of course it’s not a dream: I have four hands”
THE REASON I GAVE FOR THINKING THIS DREAM WAS REALITY WAS THE FACT I HAD TWO EXTRA HANDS
you know that unexplainable sickish feeling where youre not really sick and you dont really have a headache but you just feel wrong and you cant get comfortable or find something that youre really into but you kinda feel too ill to sleep or eat its like your body saying “i dont know what i want you to do but this isnt it”
That’s called anxiety.
That explains at least half of my life then
A sure sign of a man’s strength is how gently he loves his wife.(via idreamweddings)
do you ever see a person you used to be friends with and you’re like “glad i got the fuck outta that one”