my fiancé is perfect.
and i’m glad i finally got to do dirty things on cam with him. he has amazing abs. <3
someone please build a fucking time machine and...
i am a fuck-up.
i’ve fucked everything up. everything. everything i’ve ever had that was good, i’ve fucked it up.
i just saw a skunk :)
why yes, bitchez,
i AM going out to smoke again.
i feel incredibly shitty right now.
my body hurts and my head hurts and i’m tired but can’t sleep. here’s a list of things that always make me cry: pictures of Paris weddings engagements k, i’m done.
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles...– e.e. cummings, from the book, Erotic Poems. Featured in ‘Beautiful Things for Slow Sex’ in the Ritual issue of Filthy Gorgeous Things. (via filthygorgeousthings)
i totally think i could be a model right now.
albeit a kinda short one.
i feel like dancing in a sexy kind of way.
but i feel like a ‘tard when i try and i really suck at it. i am too used to being good at things right from the start. like learning languages and giving blowjobs and having sex.
turns out shitting your guts out CAN feel good
my history book had a happy ending
nothing like the first cigarette of the day
even if the first is at 9 PM, an hour after you wake up.
please don't ever let me drink that much again
i think i’m dying.
i just realised i don’t ever really do anything nowadays. get up some time in the early afternoon smoke eat waste time online eat waste time online walk around outside from midnight until 3 or 4 AM smoke sleep
here's hoping i don't get serotonin syndrome
eat shit and die, you stupid cunt.
i want so very much to be in Paris again
i wish i weren’t on antidepressants, so i could robotrip.
The Brezhnev era, like a Tolstoy novel, had rolled along and ended without a...– history book
and i have already spent too much time doing things i didn’t want to so if i just want to make out all the time you can bet your black ass that i’m going to - afp
it is midnight:17
i’m going outside to smoke and listen to music and write lists of things i want to do. maybe i’ll write a love letter too.
being a total fuckwad is genetic in my family.
i’m thinking about becoming an insomniac. i will drink coffee to stay awake and go out at 3 AM to smoke and listen to music.
smoked for the first time.
4 cigarettes. smoking is highly underrated. and yet overrated at the same time.
why do i feel like this
i was reading somebody’s tumblr, and began to feel really panicky and pissed off at my fiancé. for absolutely no reason. or no reason that i can find. i’m sure there’s something going on subconsciously. i’d really like to know. i don’t want to feel like this anymore.
i wish i could be happy.