More adventures with the #AssQuisitor. This person simultaneously seems like someone I would want to punch in the face on a regular basis and someone I would love to grab a beer with…

Freaking stop it, Patrick Weekes. You’re hurting my brain.


My friends are like drugs to me. When we are together I get so fucking high, and when I have to leave their sides I go through withdrawals. They’re my own personal heroine, they’re the pills I take when I don’t care about the risk. Maybe it’s the wild adventures and maybe it’s the fact that we can just sit and drink coffee and I’m perfectly content. When I smell cigarettes I think of the Mavericks they carry and when I lie awake at night I wish I was watching Netflix with them. When I think of family I think of the crazy parties where we play beer pong and my morality is questionable. When I think of love I think of the way that they look at their lovers. They are my 10 pm shot of tequila and my 2 am glass of water. They are mine.
—  You guys know who you are. I hope you realize how much I love you and need you.