will probably be what my epitaph reads after I’m dead and gone.
I want new friends and texting buddies and late night adventures and spontaneous road trips and plane tickets to your city and food i’ve never tried and friendship that feels genuine and pictures to prove it was all real.
tumblr sometimes just makes me feel even more lonely.
promiscuity is not an easy thing for men.
we tend to break hearts.
After my first run at this whole thing, I think it’s safe to say that I’m done with it.
I need more beer and more people in my life.
Well maybe just people.
Well maybe just beer.
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone besmear’d with sluttish time.
Every social interaction that I’ve had this week I’ve herped the major derp.
Lack of confidence?
Maybe I need to get out more?