July 2011
fuck it.
life is good.
fuck you i don't care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
fuck you i don’t care
dreamingofyouasyou replied to your post: i haven’t smoked pot in like a month and everyone…
i’ve never done drugs, but I tend to laugh randomly, and my dad used to always I assume I had pot stashed somewhere.
that’s my life exactly
me: do you think i complain too much?
mitchell: what are you bitching about now?
i haven’t smoked pot in like a month and everyone i know thinks i am like permanently high, even though it’s just my personality. then again, this is probably because last week i held my hands up, looked at them deeply in thought, and declared “oh my god… it’s like jesus”.
welcome to my life.
“Naturally, she wasn’t nameless. In fact I’m sure she went by a number of names....”
– Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami (via thechocolatebrigade)
“I’m not like most girls.”
– Most girls (via narcosis)
“Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and...”
– The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)
fuckthisblog asked: you are beautiful!
“And even if we gave a fetus all the rights of a regular human it still would not...”
– Rabble (via roostor)
my mom just bought 20 bags of chex mix.
TWENTY. BAGS. OF CHEX MIX.
HOW THE HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED EAT TWENTY BAGS OF CHEX MIX.
i don’t even know what to say.
she’s lost her mind.
