December 2010
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Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall.
I’m leaving the country tomorrow. I’m going to Ireland. I’m not done packing. I’m not ready for what this trip entails. I don’t have enough money. I feel like i’m forgetting things. I don’t know what to do. I should be so excited. I am excited though, I’m happy in a lot of ways. I’m just terrified that i’ll break your heart. Considering...
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fuckyeahladygaga:
Christmas Tree - Lady GaGa
That awkward moment
thatawkwardmoment:
when you realize that Christmas isn’t about the packages, boxes, and bags, that maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
relevant to my life because we just watched how the grinch stole christmas
Anonymous asked: u suk so much bcuz u r p000000p
reblog if you'd like your ask box attacked.
Anonymous asked: y u suk so much!?!?@?2/1/@??
Today my thoughts don't make sense.
you’re ugly because you’re a massive cunt so all i look at is your undesirable surface flaws.
you’re beautiful because of your imperfections, and that is why I love you. Merry Christmas Eve Eve, fuckers.
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yum.
gonna marry this man, no big deal.
When I wake up on Christmas day
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do it →
everyone says i rock the short hair, but today I feel ugly. everyone says I’m skinny, but today I feel fat. I look at my self in the mirror disgusted. Fuck it.
alcohol. caffeine. nicotine.
I spend my evenings with a glass of wine or a beer in hand. Most of the time I drink too much tequila. I like to forget about my life. I like to be intoxicated. I like to think that maybe it’s all one big dream I wake up early, with my 9 am classes. My head should be pounding, my eyes should shy away from the light. But hangovers don’t happen anymore. I run on four hours of sleep every...
To me, it seems as if Tumblr is becoming a...
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Love already tore us apart.
“You’re rash and you’re hasty
You’re reckless with my heart...”
– you’re a cad // bird and the bee
I don't want to do this.
but I’ve got to finish what I started.
The sky looks pissed, the wind talks back, my...
my room feels wrong, the bed won’t fit. I cannot seem to operate and you my love are gone
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