Tied up my YOLOroids with some twine. Double-decker leather-bound journals full of feelings I one day hope to have. God, if you’re listening, please send me a boyfriend. I’m so lonely.
Whiskey in the flask or the thermos? We can figure that out later. All that matters is that I have this plastic spoon to scoop up all my reblogs.
Fancy axe. Beach towel. Smores in a pan. Soap on a rope. Put it all in a milk carton. You’re going to die in the woods.