This Isn’t Who We Are
Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
aaaah it was a cool table now it’s a horror/drama story
American Horror Story 4 : The Table
fuck summer i want it to be dark and misty and frigid and october
- Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via this-citrus-sucking-sunshine)
Why do people never want to tell you their middle name like who gives a shit its not a nuclear launch code its your damn name
- (via marcusmcfly)