J.M.C

life reminds us that regrets are most often pointless

I don’t mind talking about how these fat people at my hibachi table are making the dinner much less pleasant.

Threw up my dinner. Coughing up a lung. Quit my job. And of coarse I have gum disease. No regrets yet

thernardier:

“you wanna see my breasts” i say seductively to my boyfriend. i unbutton my shirt to reveal two large, succulent cuts of meat. i am a chicken. why do i have a boyfriend. why am i wearing clothes

(Source: junkoes)