(Source: acknowledgingcatt, via tiredmomentsintopleasure)
14605
(Source: kbas, via hollieeepop)
(Source: psychedelic-trips, via thelookingglassgallery)
Momentously stressed out.
I am going to take a hot bath with fizzies & bath soak, tea, Beethoven, and A Casual Vacancy. Then, I’m going to curl up in my nice cozy bed with my electric blanket and some stand up comedy. Dreamy.
Trippy shit.
Day 39.
It’s 3AM. I haven’t slept in 2 days. Some dickheads were singing loudly outside. I yelled “I WILL MURDER YOU & YOUR FAMILIES.” They are singing no longer. Now I sleep.
PEACE BITCHEZ
Everyone in my life is really lucky that I haven’t the motivation to write an auto-biography.
I would SO put allay’all shit on BLAST.
Let go of the ones who will “always be there,” the fallback options, the security of a plan B. Forget any sense of familiarity, home, or sentimentalism. Strip yourself of family, of friends, and of lovers. Any scrap of love or attachment, discard.
Bring with you only your rationality, observations, and idiosyncrasies.
This is your new beginning.
(Source: moontoss, via plasma-pet)
(Source: neptunesbounty, via robotgod)
← Older 1 ⁄ 84
