December 2011
Gonna go have a fat cry because this is not what...
I should be half naked on the fucking beach with my friends. Instead, I sit at home day in and day out, drifting away from every fucking person I’ve ever known. I can’t even read. This would all be bearable if I could read. But nope, my OCD decided to take that away from me as well. Fuck you all.
Maybe things aren’t meant to stay the same between friends. Maybe friendships run their course, just like relationships do. I just thought this would last. I wish I could go back in time and relive it all.
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Oh my fuck
What the fuck.
allinyourrows:
nightmaresforaweek:
supervegan:
katarinapeacelove:
I have heard at least five different people say “I could care less” in the past few days. Really? Are you sure that’s what you mean? No, I don’t think it is. I think what you mean to say is “I couldn’t care less.” Yeah, that sounds right. GAH, it’s making me so angry.
^ Fuck.
Yes! This! All the fucking time!
allinyourrows:
It’s still really hard to fathom that I’ve seen Bright Eyes live. Twice. I feel like it never even happened. As if I should have, like, combusted afterwards or something. But I didn’t. I’ve seen them and I’m still here and it just doesn’t make sense to me. How!?
This.
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful...”
– (via dahaisyandinteriors)
“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed...”
– Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via philenna)
Do any people in Adelaide know any good op-shops in the city?
