I can’t believe how pretty I am. I’m just joking. I can absolutely believe it. You’re the one who can’t believe it. You’re the one questioning your faith.
This world is much too loud for somebody as beautiful as myself.
At any given moment, there is at least one person ignoring somebody’s attempt to communicate with them.
I want to live in a place where I don’t have any neighbors because the sounds that people make bother me, but I’m afraid that if I were to move away from people, I would eventually be bothered by the sound of grass.
it’s like pickin fly shit outta pepper!
—my customer telling me all about how hard his life is (via unclefeather)