i guess all those late night promises didn’t mean a thing.
i’m not sure what these are.
i have to drive two and a half hours out of the city and live in a yurt in the middle of nowhere for a couple of days with no hot water just so i can get some fresh air without having to compete with the asshole that’s always yelling on my street. #whatcitydoyoulivein
swinging sword lecture
closing down the sector
supreme neck protector
you don’t need a skirt to be riding pretty.
Every time someone says ‘I do not believe in fairies,’ somewhere there’s a fairy that falls down dead.
She’ll help us get the fucking Lektor.
when you leave the past behind and walk away, that’s when the cracks begin to show.
i smoke wherever the fuck i want to.