helbigsomeday:

I’m belting out the notes to “White Christmas” by Michael Buble because I’m cute, hi. 

Michael Buble is god.

aye-luke:

But back to the room cleaning, why do you say?

It’s suppose to be, I scratch your back, you scratch mine.

asdflerman:

Last time I was out in three months. Who knows, y’know? Thank you. Thank you very much. I don’t have many of those.

Just pray for the best, that’s all I really can say. Lets just think positive, yeah?

aye-luke:

And I thought it was the other way around.

You know what I meant.

asdflerman:

I am in a few days. Right now, only Ezra because he brought me here. I know, that’s why I told you. I trust you more than most people and that’s beautiful. You do know I consider you one of my best friends, right?

And I’ll be right here when you get out, okay? That means a lot, it really does. You’re one of mine and that’s really rare. 

asdflerman:

Well..I was sitting there, right? I was writing to my sister, telling her about my life because it’s her birthday. I was telling her I was doing good, and I remember dropping my pen, picking it up, yelling, and hearing voices. The voices were my sisters’. She was yelling at me, telling me to help her. I couldn’t get to her. I..I couldn’t. These pictures came to mind, and all of a sudden I was thinking things and wondering if they were true and I, and I…I have to end there because I just remember waking up in the mental hospital—same place I always am around her birthday.

Oh my god, that’s terrible. Are you allowed to have visitors? You do know I’m here to talk to you about anything, right? 

aye-luke:

You get to see my fabulous self.

You’re just too fabulous for me, I can’t deal.

Miley Cyrus Alphabet → Scandals

Let’s skip the awkward part and get right to the introduction.

codyjfc:

Because you were my celebrity crush when I was 12 and I have a little sister who loved Hannah Montana.

Ouch. So I’m not your celebrity crush anymore?

asdflerman:

It obviously is something, yes, but I mean, it’s kind of hard to talk about without getting panicky. And…I don’t remember much.

The least you can do is try. You’re scaring me, Percy.