Just heard the cat throw up in the hall.
I want to pick you up and shake you and throw you at the wall and repeatedly hit you in the stomach and break an empty vodka bottle over your head and just push you back into the wall. And repeat. Not even to hurt you just until you love me and care about me again and the thought of you doesn’t put my stomach in knots and I feel safe again. I only want it to hurt a little if you’re...
neither: Ask a 14 year old girl what they want for a dream boyfriend and they’ll describe an 18 year old homosexual
IT'S A CHICKEN STRIP.
thatfunnyblog: Wanna LAUGH OUT LOUD?!
just a friendly reminder that right now there are millions of people having sex and you’re on the computer by yourself in your room
plot twist: 5 years later she never sees sk8er boi on MTV because MTV doesn't play music.
educationconnection: you think nobody notices that your status was a popular text post on tumblr but i notice i always notice
Honestly, I don’t want to smoke cigarettes anymore. I’m bored with them now. I don’t want to harm my body in any way anymore. BUT THIS FUCKING ANXIETY IS EATING AWAY AT MY STOMACH FROM THE INSIDE OUT UP THROUGH MY ESOPHAGUS, CONVERGING INTO MY SPINAL COLUMN AND INTO MY BRAIN AND IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE.