I wish crying was like an acceprable thing to do, for instance I just went to get a slice of pizza only to find that I must have dropped the last $15 to my name at work somewhere, I feel like it should be acceptable for me to walk around crying now.
June 2013
5 posts
do you ever just “what the fuck is the point” so hard that you stop everything you’re doing and stare and pretty much wonder why you don’t vanish from existence because the level of done you are should pretty much deconstruct your biological makeup
every day
May 2013
15 posts
People love to date me when there life is falling apart
and then dump me and start getting shit together
i wanna dress like a post-apocalyptic rebel leader who beheads her enemies while taking shots of whiskey but then again i also want to dress like a very feminine little girl that frolics through fields of lovely flowers,
my struggle is real
so my cat is meowing like crazy in the kitchen and so i go to see whats up and i walk in on this
so naturally im like “what the fucking hell” and go and look out the window and
ARE YOU KIDDING ME
THIS IS NOT ROMEO AND JULIET GET THE FUCK OFF OF MY PORCH
- Tumblr app: I'm done loading
- Me: but what about all these blank pictures and gifs
- Tumblr app: did I fucking stutter


