Well, I royally screwed everything up. I am sneaking onto Tumblr just to post that I am grounded for an eternity. I have no phone, work, anything until further notice.
So long, lonesome.: Kevin Barnes on "We Will... →
jugalmalar: “On some level, it’s thinking about spiritual crisis, crying out for guidance and not hearing a voice in return, or hearing a nefarious voice. But on another level, also realizing how much we can get out of each other that we don’t really need to speak to the heavens for…
I don’t really know how to start this post without starting from the beginning. Unfortunately for anyone who reads this, I simply cannot share that sort of thing on here. The beginning can be summed up as my life falling to pieces. The result is a change in me. C’est une révolution. I don’t want to sound like a stereotypical kid who bottles up their feelings and then lashes...
twentysomethinghussy: There’s no bigger turn off for me than when you ask someone what their favorite books are and they respond “I don’t read.”
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is...– Edvard Munch (via azako)
Is there a word for that feeling you get when you want to scream, punch, panic, tear your hair out, and hug someone all at the same time?
You know it’s been a rough couple of days when you end your day drinking vod and cran while watching Portlandia. ..Alone.