oh dont mind me just texting the slaves free
Mary is dragging me to a play tonight #boredd #killme
i want piercings and tattoos but apparently they interfere with my education
can i have a fork
do you have a metal one
i planned this for days guys why wont you love me
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
person: whats your major?
me: ＥＸＴＲＥＭＥ ＤＥＡＴＨ
what college you going to?
me: ＡＷＥＳＯＭＥ ＳＫＥＬＥＴＯＮ ＨＥＬＬ ＣＯＬＬＥＧＥ
god created the world in 7 days well it took 9 months to create me so clearly i’m a big deal
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
breakroom doodle nothings
This is the perfect picture to show anyone that’s afraid of recovery because of weight gain. Honestly, look at Demi.
She gained weight and recovered, so what?
She’s glowing, she looks feminine, she looks 1000x more confident and she just looks more… alive.
Recovery is worth it.
She looks alive.
Favorite post on tumblr
She’s glowing for sure and she’s so so beautiful
forget glowing look at dat ass
People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.
— William H. Woodwell Jr. (via fawun
Every conversation with my mother EVER.
STOP PUPPIES YOU’RE TOO CUTE