January 2012
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Romantic texts I wake up to:
“I want to finger you until you are drippin wet, then fuck you doggy style for hours.”
To be fair, I do call him ‘Sex God.’
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Worst part about oxycontin:
Waking up super early, covered in bruises marking the places I’ve scratched.
Literally, my legs and arms and stomach are covered with red and purple splotches.
Weeds: There's no business like grow business
Me: You are my life now.
Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted...
– David Foster Wallace (via exceptionallyodd) “my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know” I’m listening to John K. Samson’s new thing and reading through the dfw tag on here and almost started crying at this. Ah. (via valerie2776)
reblogged b/c I need...
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Sean sent me a message earlier, telling me that he wants me to call him at any time if I’m feeling sad or vulnerable. I replied stating that that would ruin his day entirely, considering I would have interrupted whatever important chore he was carrying out only to tell him I was on the verge of ODing. The gorgeous thing called me a half hour later. S: Are you ODing? E: No, read the message...
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance...
– Hunter S. Thompson (via booksquotesandreviews)
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I've finally come to the realisation that I don't...
This is an epiphany for me, because I fall into an infinite spiral of loneliness that tricks me into believing I want to be in a relationship with every single boy who shows me they care about me. That is fucking stupid. I care for them in ridiculous amounts, but only as people who are going to support me, and make bad jokes with me, and tell me I’m pretty when I feel horrendous. I need...
Oxy makes me itch like mad, but I'm so light right...
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I just found a bunch of things James drew for me. It is possible to experience heartbreak two years later.
selfrighteouspersecution asked: I really wanted to say something cute and witty but I couldn't think of anything so I'm just going to quote fight club, "Have you ever heard a death rattle before? Do you think it would live up to it's name, or would it just be a death hairball?" Then ask you why you to shuffle off this mortal coil.
whatsnuwithju asked: So, I don't know you...but I've followed you for quite some time. I rarely talk to people on Tumblr, but your last post has me worried. From what I can tell, you are freaking awesome. I know how depression is, and how suicidal thoughts can permeate everything (im currently being treated), but I hope you take some time to try and get better and don't do anything that would hurt...
Probably going to kill myself tonight. Toodles.
guy: i had sex ten times in one night!
guy: you legend *high-five*
girl: i had sex once
girl: oh my god would you calm down with your sexual acts you massive slut, why don't you just become a prostitute seeing as you already act like one, oh look there's a leaf do you want to sleep with that too you sexual predator of the night
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Sometimes it's hard to smile, but Luke fixes those...
L: I love you, okay? Sweet dreams, moonbeams.
E: I love you, too. Sleep will.
L: Who's Will? That's not my name. Fuckin' get it right. Goodnight, Mantis Queen.
E: Thank you for being hilarious when nothing is funny, you gorgeous thing.
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Elly meets a horny spam-bot named 'Jenny.'
J: hey there. hope you dont mind chatting with a SPITEFUL horny girl. Soo how r ya?
E: Oh, you're spam. I'll pass, you virtual hooker.
J: nah. I am a vegetarian... no spam for me! haha
E: Haha, whoever programmed you is one unfunny cunt.
J: cum rub my cunt
E: Firstly, you spelt 'come' incorrectly, so I can only assume you were trying to be dirty. In which case, your wording is all off. It should be, "cum, rub my cunt," which is something semen is unable to do, due to its lack of fingers and every other body part imaginable.
J: cum rub my cunt
E: I don't know how to put this nicely, so: No, you computerised piece of shit. I don't want to COME and rub your non-existent genitals.