The actual word for that is petrichor.
throwing this under a read more because it’s a lengthy response!
ladies. be careful when u wear spaghetti straps. it might distract the boys. they’ll start thinking of spaghetti. they will get hungry. they will stop at nothing to get their spaghetti.
frostler is all i have left in life
u know my url not my html
not so weird and quirky xDD now, are we
so i was talking to my therapist today and we were just chatting and i brought up fear and he mentioned that he once had a job conducting experimental psychological studies of juvenile delinquents and he gave all of these kids these fill-in-the-blank surveys and an overwhelmingly large amount of them had the exact same response to “My fears _______.” :
“My fears make me angry”
like dang son that’s really interesting
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
Like a good neighbor, I do not care
here’s a list of what i’d like to do with you:
- go on walks while holding hands
- have cute little dates
- have movie nights
- take adorable pictures
- go new places
- try new things
- fall in love
- brutally fuck you
- look at the stars
- do everything i was ever scared to do alone.
the whole yahoo/tumblr thing is rly just like when a single dad marries a new woman and the kids get rebellious and are like “YOU’RE NOT MY REAL MOM”
*acoustic cover of your text post*
*half-assed dubstep remix of your text post*
what if you walked into a noisy sports bar with all the big men cheering a screaming and you looked at the tv and it was just a countdown to animal crossing new leaf
abandoned theme parks look rad as fuck someone go explore one with me