LOTS AND LOTS OF CREPES. AND NUTELLA AND SUGAR AND MARSHMALLOWS. AND SOME BANANAS TOO.
tengo que aprender el español en la universidad.
no me gusta este idioma. pero lo hablo bastante bien.
dear upstairs neighbor,
we’re real glad you enjoy your hobbies, such as stomping and moving furniture and closing your windows as loudly possible (among others, like wild donkey sex, stomping, and throwing stale bread out your window in such a manner that it lands in our apartment) , but could you please REFRAIN FROM DOING THEM AT LIKE, UM, ALL HOURS OF THE DAY. THANKS, FUCKFACE. love, me and my husband
what my evening has consisted of
woodhands, shpongle, mc solaar, aggrotech, and some shit trance music that doesn’t even deserve to be mentioned french fast food and beer tumblrisforlulz nutella, coffee, and phillip morris
my mom's blog has more followers than i do
hi, my name is v. and i hate my life
oh right, i don’t fucking have a life. fuck this shit.
we get to see our baby! loljk i have an ovarian cyst.
Reblog when you have to pee.
me: i'm torturing myself - http://macaronsinabox.tumblr.com/
me: if i had to choose between macarons and sex. i'm honestly not sure which i would choose
g: you'd have sex with a macaron?
me: i'm not sure if i'd rather eat macarons or have sex
me: ideally, i'd eat macarons off of his sexy naked body. and then have sex with him. while he feeds me macarons
I DON’T HAVE ANY PANTS ON.
i'm going to fix all the lies i've ever told.
i’m not ok. i didn’t love you. yes, i cut again. yes, i had been drinking. it wasn’t the cat. he was more than a friend. i know a lot about love. yes, i did take my shirt off while on webcam. yes, i did stay at his apartment. yes, i did sleep with him.
psychologist: do you exercise or participate in any physical activity?
me: yes, if you count sex as physical activity.
psychologist: so you get along well with your husband then.
guess i'm just naive to think that things could...
here’s where i start never getting my hopes up again. ps: don’t worry about me; i don’t mind crying every single night
we fuck. we fight. we don't fuck for days. we...
it’s a fucking endless cycle.
my modesty isn't false.
it isn’t real, either. because my modesty isn’t modesty at all; it’s just self-loathing.
i'm fucking naive, aren't i.
just a fucking naive nineteen-year old misfit who always gets her fucking hopes up, only to be let down every. single. fucking. time.
seeing as how sleep is so fucking important to...
tonight you’ll be doing just that: sleeping. alone. i’ll be on the couch if you decide that maybe there are more important things than tv, stuffing your face, and sleeping.
i fucking want some churros.
with shitheaps of powdered sugar.
LSD is the god of psychedelics.
today i slept poorly. slept a lot, but really poorly. today i watched a lot of tv. today i had sex, but up until a few minutes ago, i couldn’t really remember if i had. today i smoked. today i drank the last beer we had. today i talked to an ex, who isn’t really an ex, because we were never really together. today i watched a lot of tv. today i saw a stray cat who was black and white. ...
other than the pictures of Tim Roth and Paul Bettany and Jude Law and Robert Downey, Jr. smoking, the internet sucks tonight.