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Anonymous: what's your story?


One time, when I was like 4 or 5, my mom bought me shorts. And I like felt like the biggest G on the planet in these shorts like you don’t even know. So… later that day we went to this indoor play place thing and it had a big big zipline that was so fucking cool. I really wanted ride the zipline but there was a jerk on it, so I went up to him and I was like “hey can I ride on this now” and he was like “NOPE. You’re a GIRL.” and stuck his tongue out at me. So I got real mad and was like “Oh yeah!? Well I got NEW SHORTS today” and I fucking punched that asshole in the arm and he fell off the zipline and let me use it. Then after I was so so proud I went up to my mom and told her what happened and she grounded me and we had to go home. 

And now I like girls. 

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Kill me. Please.

My withdrawals wake me up now. I did 2 10 mg oxy yesterday around 1:30. That doesn’t last long. I went to bed after 12 and I wake up sweating at 4:15ish and throw up within 2 minutes. What the fuck. I can’t even sleep to get away from this fucked life.

Nobody drinks a bottle of vodka for fun, and that’s a damn fact.
The most sober thing a drunk person could say - whispering-secrets-and-smoke (via perfect)

(via wasted-desolated-dreams)

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