me: also what is your name
benefits of a girl with no ass
Thank you, sir. Thank you. My self-esteem +500. “Cook a nigga up something! …. I like microwaves!”
(via how-you-doinnn)
How depressing that people influenced me to stop me from offing myself at various points of my life? Or how depressing I’m talking about it? Well. Flyleaf saved me in middle school when I moved away from the 11 years of torture I endured, thought I’d escape it all, and I didn’t.
So did Paramore, Versaemerge, and a few others from then all through High School, as well as
Lights, who helped me through my early alcoholism, and still helps me now in the deep lethal recesses of it.
Alice, and American McGee’s wonderful creation is the epitome of my insanity. If you don’t know anything about it, and don’t care, then don’t. It matters to me. If you are curious, look it up.
Do I want to die? Sure. Should I? I probably should have in July last year when I almost did, but no I shouldn’t. Not yet. So I think me talking about/mentioning my lifesavers isn’t depressing at all, but should be viewed as something all you lovies can relate to and learn about.
Which is the antithesis of depressing.
— Alice Liddell to Dr. Angus Bumby
(Source: frantic-dreams)
I hate when the routine ends.
Where you talk to certain people for days, weeks, months or maybe years on end then all of a sudden it stops. No matter what the cause was you still feel an empty space in your life. Things don’t feel the same.. You aren’t the same.
(via elusively-me)
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(Source: meandmypalnacho, via sleepingwithlights)
I think everyone looks better drenched in rain.
Okay fuck everyone I figure I’m going to post all of my original content on this. I’m too lazy right now to copy everything over but I figure this is what I’m doing with this blog. Follow it if you wish, I may edit the “Mysteries!” and other like it link. Though I will replace it with this URL. Excuse the construction.
Dammit, oceans!
