Fuck the haterz. Hot bitches get paid.– Mahatma Gandhi
A Low is Sure to Come
I am on the right track. Things are slowly, but surely, falling into place. My mind is expanding. I’m meeting new people who deserve to be in my life. I’m excited for the future. I’m excited for my life. I’m going to turn this mother out.
Take me by the hand and tell me you would take me anywhere.
Do you love animal collective?
I sure as hell fucking do.
You do know you’re the biggest flake in the world, right?
I AM GAY
AND I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING CHILDREN.
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I’M A DELICATE BITCH, MOTHER FUCKER!– Me
I really wish I was stupid enough to post on your wall “YOUR PENIS WAS HELLA SMALL” and then delete you.
I am a narcissist.
I CAN REALLY RELATE TO NICKI MINAJ’S SONG “I’M THE BEST”
You’re beautiful in your way, cuz god makes no mistakes You’re on...
I love the smell of latex gloves when they're in...
You’re hella fucking disgusting.
Beautiful. Hard. Fucking.
I realize the main things that motivate me are sex, pot, music, food, film, and nature.
All I want to do is fly kites and play DND and sleep and camp and love.
He’s some dumb shit.
Why bitches be so dumb?
Me: So, in the advent of new technology, could we create a digital world and allow blind people to see things virtually, since vision is mainly powered by the occipital lobe and not the actual eye?
Teacher: Uhh... Well, eventually, we're all going to end up cloning each other and using them to harvest their organs.
Inner Monologue: OKAY BITCH! THIS ISN'T THE ISLAND OR GATTACA! NEXT TIME SAY SOMETHING RELEVANT, YOU WEINER!
Sometimes, when I get too depressed, I just take off my pants. It doesn’t make me not depressed, but at least I don’t have any pants on.
Yay. I got an a on my exam. That means I can take tests well. I’m so proud.
A full moon beckons howling.
I can’t wake up. Somebody please, ring the alarm.
F U C K Y O U Does that make sense? I’m bloated and annoyed. I just want to sleep.
You know what my kind of party is? I like the kind where you get really high,...– Me.
Get freaky or die trying! No lightweights allowed! Fuck guys! FUCK’EM!
Venus on high
I had another dream today. It wasn’t as cruel as the others, but it still was quite revealing. I was catching up with an old friend in front of you. Actively not showing you with attention. And then my friend and I started touching. And kissing. And we started to have sex while you watched in resentful silence. Sometime during our session, you left. That dream was unrealistic in every way...
atessellateofwords: i hate being a girl so much sometimes. i’m going to stab myself in the stomach. anyway, here’s a .gif of Jose fisting a plant that looked like a butt. we thought it was funny. gickr made it really low quality though. goodnight. Shit yea
Life is so much easier when I forget about you. It may be selfish. But it’s self preservation.
Thank you. I know that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. And I hope to god that isn’t what I needed to hear. We’ll find out soon enough. “This sucks” You sure said it, Ms. Barista
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss someone as much as I did today.
A Candy Colored Clown They Call the Sandman
“In dreams I dream of you” In a funny response to my recent dreams, my subconscious decided to dream these beautiful dreams. These perfect dreams. And as soon I woke up, I realized the cruelty of my subconscious. It just further emphasized the nightmarish qualities of my current realities. I’m trapped by my own hand. I forced myself into this cage and I’m so afraid to pull the key out of my...
I miss you so much...
I want to build you a brand new colony. But it’ll never do, I see. There’s not much more I can do other than appreciate everything I’m blessed with. And wait patiently for the spring when the flowers will bloom renewed again. I was so happy when you smiled.
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I wish psychology would stop making me feel like a freak.
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I keep having dreams. Dreams where bad things happen. Things that would usually classify it as a nightmare. But they never are. I got shot in the last one. In the stomach. As I bled out, I felt so serene. So content. So comfortable. Let me bleed out.