Since I moved to Australia, friends and family keep commenting on how happy I look now. This is undoubtably a good thing, but it doesn’t stop the thoughts of, ‘what did I look like before? Was I that miserable around your presence?’

I feel like a cutter left with only the scars.

I haven’t, but, fuck I must have looked sad….

Misery out!

skyferreira:

I’m also v proud of this new shirt http://instagram.com/p/tL-35unDMG/

skyferreira:

I’m also v proud of this new shirt http://instagram.com/p/tL-35unDMG/

(Source: chippythedog, via red-lipstick)

Bourbon nightcaping, talking to my friends back home and watching Texas Chainsaw with a Rottweiler asleep at my feet.

Ok these are getting funny now in a real hateful way.

Ok these are getting funny now in a real hateful way.

(Source: lesbolution, via numbgilt)

brittylee05:

Odie

Imagine if everyone had tumblr instead of Facebook

  • Friend: So how do you think you've changed since high school?
  • Me: Well I became aware of oppressive power structures and how we are complicit in them and now seek to dismantle them.
  • Friend: ...
  • Me: I also think I got hotter.
"There’s only one way to roll like a big dog in an indifferent world:
with one hand on yo nuts!
Embrace that you ain’t gonna escape a DAYUM thing, especially death."

— Thug Notes on “The Stranger” by Camus (via chroniclesofachemist)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

peculiar-doll:

any weather is sweater weather when you have the ice of a thousand winters in your heart

All of this.