I'm just going to leave this here. Not for the... →
When we text...
Her: Its all a conspiracy. the computers arnt made of cheese.
Me: Ooooh I get it now. The cheese! The pope will never make it a sin you know.
Her: I know, nor will the queen.
Me: But she did say her vaginal lips are as flappy as molded eggplants so it should all be okay.
Something is profoundly wrong with me.
…i feel no need to explain.
My evening ended up being not so shabby compared...
1) I didn’t get to give my persuasive speech this class, so now I have time to change my topic to “Why Everyone Should Masturbate.” 2) Everything on my Tumblr dash is gold right now. I follow awesome people. 3) And I get to snuggle up with a lovely book.
I hate how I always lose things...
…my earrings…my debit card…my tv remote….people that I care about the most. ….careless me.
What do you do when you step out of the shower and...
BLAST some music and do the dougie, ass-naked, in every room in your house. Ayyyyyeeee!!
I depend more on things that aren’t real than on things that are to...– Ellie Webster
And I'm off...
…to try my darnest to combat the insomnia and anxiety that have been harassing my nights recently and to get some gotdamn rest. I’ve got class tomorrow after missing an entire week (not that I’m complaining or anything). My plan: Glass of wine and Daria and a promise to NOT tumble. Here’s to hoping. Wish me luck. Nitey Nite.
yeahyoulllive asked: get in my bed!
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar....– Charles Warnke Thissss….This this this. It almost pains me to read. No one thinks about how it feels to be the “girl.” To be indefinitely in search of passion and beautiful words and miserable words and meaning in everything. The chronic dissatisfaction. Forever aching and causing...
Bunnies and Christianity....
…those who know me can put together my sentiments towards today’s holiday.
Despite the delievery of my unpayable phone bill...
this rain, this ginger tea, and Daria have me feeling pretty right. And the evening will only be getting better.
It sounds so soothing to mix a gin and sink into oblivion– Cold War Kids (via leviconverze)