Wyatt. 21. I like stuff. And things. And people.
1/303 »
I dunno. Ask Wyatt. He’s worse off than me and a connoisseur of handling meat.
Is that a gay joke?
I like it.
Right? You’re welcome. I’m on tonight. And now, we’re getting free food.
Wow. The night is lookin’ up.
I dunno. Ask Wyatt. He’s worse off than me and a connoisseur of handling meat.
Is that a gay joke?
I like it.
That was definitely a gay joke.
It was a good one.
And I dunno what you should make. What do you like?
I dunno. Ask Wyatt. He’s worse off than me and a connoisseur of handling meat.
Is that a gay joke?
I like it.
(Source: wyattmackenzie)
*pities you both not because you’ve lost friends/boyfriends, but because I know you haven’t had a decent meal in that house…wow, fuck I sound like a mom*
what do you want to eat?
Everything. Something. Anything. Delicious things.
What he said.
(Source: wyattmackenzie)
Until the sadness has passed.
After Lily dipped, my tolerance for the Cure is at an all time high. There’s also beer and whiskey and half of a tiramisu I stole from work in there. Pass that sadness.
You understand me.
You’ve just got bad luck.
Boys :/
We’re boys with FEELINGS.
Do you boys with feelings need me to come over and cook and brood with you?
… yes.
Until the sadness has passed.
After Lily dipped, my tolerance for the Cure is at an all time high. There’s also beer and whiskey and half of a tiramisu I stole from work in there. Pass that sadness.
You understand me.
You’ve just got bad luck.
Boys :/
We’re boys with FEELINGS.
Until the sadness has passed.
After Lily dipped, my tolerance for the Cure is at an all time high. There’s also beer and whiskey and half of a tiramisu I stole from work in there. Pass that sadness.
You understand me.
Until the sadness has passed.
Never should have gone down that rabbit hole to begin with.
Hopefully it’s just a hiatus. Can’t be single, handsome, and banging everything worth looking at for the rest of your life. Not everyone is as lucky as Hugh Hefner.
Nope. Never had any troubles before I actually started dating. First Ollie leaves me, now Neal. I’m just done with it.
Calm down, cowboy. Loosen those chap straps. I don’t really know you. I know Ben and he’s mentioned you as a housemate, I think? If not, I’ve seen the troubles via tumblr. Not so secretive, the internet. But hey…. Maybe by being single, handsome, and banging everything worth looking at you’ll eventually find someone worth starting dating again? Don’t hang your hat now. Chin up!
Yeah, I live with Ben. And maybe, someday, someone will be good enough to date again. But until then I’m just going to stop caring.
