Wtf is eurovision?
Is it like Hetalia cuz thats what I’m getting from all of this
sassyandpunk: it doesn’t matter how good your arguments are it doesn’t matter how eloquent your conversation is it doesn’t matter how coherent you are it doesn’t matter how right you are you’ll always be told you’re overreacting you’ll always be told you shouldn’t be so angry
heckbabe: simple small galactic girl. simple small small tiny and white
synchronoise-ity: Calling it now Chef Ramsey is going to be the 12th Doctor “get in the fucking tardis GOD” “this planet is disgusting; bland, wet. it’s embarrassing” doctor, where are we? “in the shit.”
heckbabe: ur heart is an empty shampoo bottle let me fill it up with water so i can use evry drop and clean myself
sherlocksmyth: sherlocksmyth: one time my religion teacher who has a monobrow asked me “what the hell did you do to your hair?” because i had a blonde streak through it and i said “what the hell did you do to your eyebrow” and he sent me outside when i came back in he asked everyone what monotheism was and i said it meant a religion that worshiped one god because mono means one as in...
detrea: fuckyeahhugsandkisses: a-little-insane: the best part about being the little spoon while cuddling is being able to rub your butt against the person’s junk The best part about being the big spoon while cuddling is getting to rub your junk against the person’s butt The best part about the big spoon as that it lets me get bigger portions of ice cream as I cry alone in my room.
I JUST HAD A FUCKED UP DREAM
So I woke up early and Dylan came over and we fucked then fell asleep and welllll I dreamed that i was wicked fucked up on meds trying to buy bud from my dealer and he was hitting on me right in front of my mom… And i couldn’t drive and for some reason i was going to group therapy with my friend Hailey and i made her drive and she flipped my car…. and then we went to group...
Dear Eating Disorder:
from 1-ish to 5-ish I WILL study
Heart, do not stain my skin with bruises; go about your simple function. ...– Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Theme and Variations II” (via coffee-stoned)
17yr: my entire existence is just one big cry for help