February 2012
Hi, please stop talking about me. It’s extremely unnecessary, and it’s not like it isn’t going to get back to me.
I don’t talk about you.
de-la-soul:
sharing personal things with others and then being like wtf is wrong with me
I had a seriously vivid dream about bees in my bed stinging me everywhere, mainly my forearms
What does it meeeeean
I’m so awkward broooos need to stop blogging
archaeosaur:
social anxiety is when successfully ordering a pizza over the phone makes you feel like a fucking champion
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clavicola:
You didn’t know me when I was young enough to believe that you could bloom love like orchids on the kitchen table.
My father loved my mother the way Degas loved his ballerinas. He wanted to carve her out of marble, but forgot that statues don’t have heartbeats.
— only cold palms, and silk folds of stone.
How do you learn to love when you were never taught to as a...
When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than to grow up to be a poet.
And now I’ll be a kid forever.
pretty ladies of the interwebz:
ssun-childd:
i hope y’all know…
i creep super duper hard on every single of you
<3 <3 <3
that is why tumblr
r-i-o-t:
i honestly think “cooter” is the most vile sounding word in history
preach
If you love me though you’ll get me a subscription to front magazine
cute girls with braces are cute
that is creepy?
#no regrets
#stop blogging, Kate
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Y'all, listen
Swamp People
Around the 17 minute mark. They are at my parents’ seafood processing plant. That man, Coach, is one of my favorite people in the world.
They asked my dad to play that part but he is such a humble man that he asked Coach to do it instead
CREYS
Y’all
Swamp People
Why am I this excited
I adore Louisiana. Acadiana mostly
History channel and various UFO documentaries between classes. Keeping me sane
I can’t deal with how absolutely beautiful you are
I can’t deal with how I never noticed it before
Gin & Confessions
leaveyouapen:
Gin makes me confess truer truths than ink,
fewer lies. The bottle is more sacred than my
journals, no lock, it’s open and I’m free to
tell you how gorgeous you are, how I hate you
so, and love you more. In Mumbles and groans,
in pain and twirls, I tell you how I feel, it shouldn’t
be but, you are more to me on the opposite side
of the bottle.
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side Of Paradise (via sadseas)
So we fuck til we come to conclusions
you are confused
that is not friendship
this is not friendship
I’m not here to make you happy
if you’re not here at all
so
many
things
just
go
the
fuck
away
ttuck:
Sometimes I think of all the women that have kissed my forehead.
I can still feel the everlasting impressions that they’ve left on me.
Pleeeeeease, just leeeeeeave
you mean nothing more, you mean nothing to me
leavingitallbehindme:
HOW TO PISS OFF PEOPLE BASED ON THEIR ZODIACS
Aries – Place someone above them. Be first to get what they want. Turn everything into a contest and win. Call them a coward. Make them wait.
Taurus – Hide or damage their valuables. Use their stuff without first asking permission. Take their money. Starve them. Give them food that looks, tastes or smells unpleasant. Give them...
I’m that kid sleeping in class today
there’s this game that I don’t want to be playing called “four blisters, one foot”
and I can’t get to the quarter from school right now for shit
I’m thinking of biking there
it was nice knowing y’all
