You know you’re a New Zealander when your introduction to drugs & alcohol was from a giraffe called Harold in a darkened trailer parked at your primary school.
the best kind of people are the really cute ones that you wanna cuddle and drink hot chocolate and go for walks in the park and watch dumb movies and build blanket forts with but also slam up against a wall and fuck their brains out
(via fre-e-sh)
