24. Call me tosh. Obsessed with the internet. Eats cheese. Loves Tegan and Sara. Self involved shitthead. please just don't hate me.

The Deets

You can call me Tosh
23, Queer
feel free to talk to me,
i'm nice i swear





This is what it’s like when I go on someone’s blog and a playlist starts playing. 

how the fuck did they film that scene 

they threw a radio at his face

#this was the 2000s people#we didn’t have your young people ‘special effects’#we just had gumpton and actors who could take a fucking radio to the face#those were the days
in the end
i want my heart
to be covered
in stretch marks
Andrea Gibson (via feellng)

When I was a child my mother took me to see Titanic, 5 times in theaters. I distinctly remember covering my eyes at the “sex scene” feeling I was not ready to see such things which I now find to be ironic since my favourite movie growing up was Untamed Hearts.
Even as an adult when I encounter moments I feel I am not ready to be subjected to, I cover my eyes. I’m still not ready to face the truth of it all. That my hopeless romanticism isn’t cute anymore. That my wishing life were like the indie films I’ve been wading through since I was 14 isn’t going to suddenly change the fact that I’m the first part of a boring lifetime movie. I struggle, often, but there isn’t anyone here to save me. I’m not going to have a white knight. I’m not going to have a chance encounter. No one will put their neck out on the line for me.

And here I am, covering my eyes, praying this will get easier.







I want a movie about a little girl, aged like 11-12, going through the stuggles of prepubescent girl life, with her entire inner monologue is narrated by Samuel L. Jackson.

Shot of disgruntled adorable little girl.

SLJ: I knew that Susie was a backstabbin’ motherfucker, and if anyone was going to ruin my chances of being Miss Sugar Drop Queen, it was that asshole. 

I didn’t know I needed this in my life until now.

This is never not funny


I wish that my money would have sex in my wallet and multiply