June 2012
I feel absolutely wrong. I feel like my insides are a chalkboard and there are fingernails screeching down me like banshees. Maybe there’s a frustrated kid inside of me scribbling so intensely on my paper organs that he’s wearing holes into them. Either way, I feel all kinds of screwed up and I’m not exactly sure why. And the wambulance has passed, complaint over.
“It happens to many teenagers—that moment when you feel full of resentment or...”
– John Irving (via blua)
May 2012
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me?
Ok my eyes won't stay open.
vaginawitchcraft:
There’s nothing I want more then to fall asleep on someone. Come over….
Ray Charles, Dean Martin, and Ol' Blue Eyes.
Tonight’s a good night for this smooth music. I feel like a sap just sitting here, soaking up all the romance in their voices.
Anonymous asked: 18, 19, 20, 22? :)
