February 2012
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I think about killing myself all the time, really. But I know that’ll just mean all the people in the world that hate me have won. And I can’t allow that to happen just yet.
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via aestivial)
I hate it when people keep telling me that I’m going to be okay. I fucking know that, yes, eventually, at some point in my life again, I will be okay. But right now, I’m not fucking okay. So, please, just shut the fuck up. Because I’m not okay. I really don’t want to feel like shit about not being okay. It just makes me less okay. So, fuck off. I’m not okay.
Okay, guys. I’m back to normal. Meaning:
1. Love doesn’t exist.
2. The only things I’m sure of in the world are: coffee, cigarettes, red wine, and razor blades
My throat is sore but I’m going to smoke cigarettes anyway. Because even in the most simple sense, I’ve never grown out of my self-destructive behavior.
LA Baby
At the airport getting ready to board my flight back to LA.
I’ve got nothing to do but sit and reminisce over the last few days — I’m definitely not in the best state to read Thackeray. Calling this visit a “shit-show” hardly does it justice. I mean, I remember half of the 5 day trip….
Can’t wait to develop my film so I can fill in the blanks!
I...
Anonymous asked: whats your name
District of Columbia
Don’t leave me high
Don’t leave me dry
I’d give anything to rant about our trip to Shadow Room last night and the events proceeding. (Dom Perignon
and broken Parisian accents and a 7am bedtime.) But I won’t bore you with the minute details of my life or the lives of my friends, old and new.
P.s. That Radiohead quote IS relevant. Duh.
Red eyes
Flying out to DC tonight to visit my beeest friend! I can’t even begin to express how thrilled I am to be able to say I’ll see her tomorrow morning!
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Officially unable to handle any and all of the promos on my dash. I’m in love with tumblr but not the bits about trying to gain followers. PLUS, it’s spelled “follow” not “fallow.” I’d rather you rant and rave about how shitty your day was or how this really douche-y guy will never love you or how you did so many lines of coke that your nose has been...
Sometimes I talk a lot
I love thinking back to when I was younger in high school and the concept of being in a relationship seemed much more sophisticated when you didn’t use the word “boyfriend” or “girlfriend.” But now that I’m an old fucking fart, I’m feel more like “give it to me straight: are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Are we together in that sense? ‘Cos...
The worst pain is watching someone you love fall out of love with you.
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Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you
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“After I reached my teens I decided I didn’t want to hang out with anyone. I...”
– Kurt Cobain (via dirtylittlestylewhoree)
I’m embarrassed for you. Filter the shit you say. Yikes!
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Anonymous asked: You have amazing eyebrows! :)
