In honor of the two conflicting holidays
chase after me.
"It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world."
I do my eyeliner real thick so he know he fucking with a real ass bitch
"so now you’re about to turn twenty and the world hasn’t gotten any bigger for you. you’re untouched, unloved, unprepared. your parents still pay for your gas. your friends all have internships. one of them even got cast to be in a movie. you’ve got all this talent that you don’t know how to share. you just want to fuck someone, anyone, to feel a little less like an island. the man at the McDonald’s drive-thru held both sides of your hand when he handed you your change and you cried the entire way home. skin burns. you’re about to turn twenty and you feel like you’re fifteen. you sleep for fourteen hours and still need a nap. the world is shrinking one empty heartache at a time.
you’re scared you’ll never find anyone to love you, not even well. you’ll settle for anything.
you’re about to turn twenty and they never remind you how young that is. falling in love does not make you grow up, heartbreak does, and there is more than one way to fall apart. you’re about to turn twenty and it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay if you aren’t ready. it’s okay."
Who needs drugs? Me!
Who needs sex? I got me!
Pitbulls aren’t evil, the bastards who put them against each other are.
Thank you so much.
Possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die."