temporary separation.

Yesterday was so fucking terrible. I wasn’t myself at all.

To my friends: I’m sorry that I was such an asshole the whole day and acted like a spoiled whining 7 year old.

Sometimes I just fuck shit up.

missworld:

(via fuckyeahsylviaplath)

What am I doing right now?

Picking out my outfit.
Making a playlist of: Lady Gaga, Drake, that one Ray J song, Taylor Swift, MIA, etc. etc.
Freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling you out to call you in.

“

—	Set Your Goals, This Song Is Definitely Not About a Girl.

txtsfrmlstnght:

(203): THE PICTURE OF PEPPERMINT MOCHA MADE ME WANT TO TOUCH MYSELF

It’s true…

Fuck you Freud.

My brother shared this with me. It’s like a guiding light of sunshine right now.

Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer than into the dreams of a woman in heat?

“

—	Nietszche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra: “On Chastity”

Chug life. I love this shit.

I liked my outfit today.

unicornzzzzz:

(via iamdirtfarmer)

”Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I’m going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone who wants to tag along is more than welcome.”