look how fucking proud it is
Talking about our problems is our greatest addiction. Break the habit. Talk about your joys.
— my mom (via dutchster)
i am so jealous of all the people who are comfortable with who they are physically and mentally
A glimpse into the journal of a (quite intelligent) 16 year old girl. Photographed, with permission, in Central Park.
ITS ON MY DASH AGAIN I THOUGHT I LOST IT FOREVER
its back igaf its not my blog style
YESS FINALLY I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR AGES
I don’t believe in guilty pleasures. If you fucking like something, like it. That’s what’s wrong with our generation: that residual punk rock guilt, like, “You’re not supposed to like that. That’s not fucking cool.” Don’t fucking think it’s not cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic.” It is cool to like Britney Spears’ “Toxic”! Why the fuck not? Fuck you! That’s who I am, goddamn it! That whole guilty pleasure thing is full of fucking shit.
In attempts to get Teka to stop chewing at my books, I put on some dance music.
Poor buddy’s confused because it wants to eat book, but HAS to dance
we’ll we’ll we’ll if it isn’t autocorrect
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
— Pablo Neruda (via observando)
The turtle cavalry is serious shit
"Onward, alligator steed!"
"I’m a crocodile."
"Silence, water horse!"