The only thing I can’t bring myself to understand is you
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@miss-diagnosed
The only thing I can’t bring myself to understand is you
i’m in aesthetic hell like i want to be a classy history museum girl who wears blouses and flowy skirts and ballet flats and wine red lipstick and cute gold rings but i also wanna be a badass punk chick who wears black skinny jeans and band shirts and has a nose piercing and cool choppy hair and big stompy doc martens but i also wanna be an art kid who wears mom jeans and cute graphic tees and worn out converse and has flowers in her hair but i also wanna be a glowy sexy girl who has an impeccable highlight and wears gold hoops and slinky silk dresses and in the end i can’t be any of them so i just sit here in my boring jeans and shirts
but speaking of, I genuinely thought I had pushed past the crush on my co-worker, we’ve gone months without me pining. Then yesterday we drink and we cuddle and next thing you know he’s all I think about all day. I need to stop torturing myself and letting him get drunk and think that that counts as affection.
I sometimes love logging in here and watching how I’ve periodically catalogued every crush, mental breakdown, and intense emotion I’ve had over the last few years in my posts.
drunk and sad
No offense but I’m really uncomfortable in my body and I want to rip my skin off
“We don’t love each other anymore?”
Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde is a metaphor for alcoholism. He drinks a potion, becomes a monster. I know exactly how he feels.
Craig Ferguson (via weedsandsky)
Could someone please give a fuck about me so that I’d have motivation to be better?
† Sad B&W blog †
being mentally ill + suicidal at a young age (before 18) is. strange, because you grow up with this idea that one day you’ll finally snap, turn off, be brave enough to kill yourself, so you don’t really plan for the future. adulthood- further life, it isn’t for you, nor do you feel included within the future of it. it isn’t.. it isn’t part of your life plan.
and then before you know it you’re 18 and you’re an adult but you never thought you’d get this far and sure it’s great that you’re still alive you guess but also. you feel so alone + lost in a world you never expected or planned to be a part of.
Wicked. Went to go and enroll in University courses next semester only to find that there’s a hold on my account. Apparently nobody wants me to be anymore than an alcoholic, drug-addicted bartender.
The bisexual stereotype is true. I am bi and I can’t decide anything. I have never made a decision in my life.