Marty Party

Marty Party. 19. And if you're having a party, you better make it a Marty Party

forever sick

I love my grandfather to death, but he doesn’t know when to stop.

She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

—Hank Moody (via alifelivedwell)

(Source: firstvisions, via f4keness)

I can’t wait to live on my own, move to Boston, go to Red Sox games, and have a fantastic time 

I should probably write a scholarship essay but I think it can wait one more day

While driving from Florida to Connecticut I heard “Clarity” and then “I love it” back to back.  I was jamming out and my grandparents were silently judging me and hating it.  

I DON’T CARE, I LOVE IT 

Hey you, yeah you, why don’t you grow a pair and maybe not hide away and regret it. 

Just a suggestion. 

You ask to hang out yet you make me responsible for the plans.

And I’m the cheap friend, I’m sorry if my ideas are lame. I don’t want to shell out over 20 dollars in one day to entertain you every week.