Intoxicated with madness

I fear nothing but sobriety

[hip-dead-goddess-blog]

Don't spend all your money on drugs. Don't spend all your money on drugs. Don't spend all your money on drugs.

[my-dear-mistake]

[boytaurus-blog-deactivated20180]

shit white people say after sex 

thank you 

thats was good 

is there any gogurts left 

thanks 

do u think ikea is still open

[hannibal914]

Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.

(via forebidden)

[5l2]

[wnq-movies]

Sometimes it feels better not to talk. At all. About anything. To anyone.

“Crazy Handful of Nothin,‘”Breaking Bad  (via astonishingly)

[fukkkres-deactivated20130915]

[keiftheif-blog]

FREE GUCCI

[stayygone]

I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out. You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

(via cali-cocaine)

[ilovesmoothjazz1998]

[apeaceofwork-deactivated2015070]

[simply-quotes-deactivated202002]

I grasped two things: I wasn’t as happy as I could be, and my life wasn’t going to change unless I made it change.

Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project (via simply-quotes)

[meanwhilepoetry]

Fall in love with someone who tastes like adventure but looks like the calm, beautiful morning after a terrible storm.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

[grunge-vision]

[iamkylesipple]

[talaekki2-deactivated20130119]

Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing.

(via alunit)

Like cocaine and murder and armed robbery and Russian roulette and

(via divin3ly)

[booksqouted]

I hate this feeling. Like I’m here, but I’m not. Like someone cares. But they don’t. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just past that snowy window, cool and crisp as the February air.

Ellen Hopkins, Crank (via booksqouted)

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