December 2009
XOXOXO
I’m tired.
Except not really.
I have to get up early tomorrow though.
I’ll post a buncha crap tomorrow morning.
BYE.
“So I want to get myself attached to something bolted down, so these winds of...”
– Bright Eyes, Motion Sickness (via thegirloflostthings) (via quote-book) (via prettylittlething)
txtsfrmlstnght:
(704): you threw up in the bushes next to the ABC store and kept saying “you’re home, blueberry vodka, you’re home!”
txtsfrmlstnght:
(469): She wrote me a poem titled “Penis Flower” and it wasnt a joke
man! oh man! you're my best friend!
no, music is not your life. you like it. shut the...
comebacktothesea:
(via mcmxcvii)
txtsfrmlstnght:
(301): just dd’d my mom home while she begged me to let her drunk dial my ex, jammed out to party in the usa, and then passed the fuck out. thanks for the genes mom.
mama's mad 'cos i fried my brain.
“still don’t know what I wanna be.”
"You already broke up? Geez, how long did that one last two weeks?"
"It wasn't really a relationship. More like a two week long makeout session."
New Soul.
this year has been memorable in the saddest and weirdest way.
I like getting excited. (most of the time.)
I like your face.
