phaserburn: My taste in music ranges from “you need to listen to this” to “I know, please don’t judge me.”
She shouted after me that cows pee milk.
Last minute goodbyes. Little Nikki tells me that in her Minecraft game sheep, cows, creepers, and zombies all have fat heads or butts and need to be ashamed. But the chickens are different. They have fat tummies and are sexy.
Finally done with packing and the like. Now I’m doing nails with the bestest ever and getting ready for a tear filled goodbye from the ittiest. Goodbye, Nashville. Hello, Miami.
ponchopeligroso: every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...– Edgar Allan Poe (via epikhi)
sex-like-a-nympho: landofloveandlies: inbox: don’t do drugs. do me do drugs and me. do drugs with me. and then do me.
bullied: 90% of the contacts in my phone are useless.
Hang in there. It is astonishing how short a time it can take for very wonderful...– Frances Hodgson Burnett (via thatkindofwoman)
No matter what I do, I feel lonely. No matter who I am with, or what I am doing, I always feel alone.
I never feel pretty anymore. But it is fine. Because I have alcohol.
if you date me you can touch my butt whenever you want
what she says: im fine
what she means: howdily doodily neighborino
lumos5000: theshirelock: if artistic people are forced to take years of math and science then why don’t sciencey people have to take art and music classes someone found a real life plot hole