I feel like slamming my head over and over again. I’m really getting tired of everything.
Try to stay sane in this insanity.– Rocky Horror Picture Show
Feeling pretty cranky. Feeling like punching asphalt but I know I’ll get bored of the effort and just rub my knuckles against the rocks until the blood’s full of black specks. Seriously. I’m cranky.
I’m not going to wear clothes anymore.
Hello Dumb Fucks
Am I the only person who feels that there are an awful lot of dumb fucks? Actually. We’re all dumb fucks. And I’ll tell you one thing I hate about tumblr: reblogs. Yep. I hate those people who endlessly reblog. Never finding anything of their own to say or post. But, I mean, I’ve also only had a tumblr for four days now.
People I don’t personally know are following me and liking my posts:) I’m not too cool but I love it.
You know what? I love that looped scarf. I really do. But the pattern wants me to cast on 241 stitches on cirucular needles and knit it sideways. Great idea in theory. Problem is that I may not be able to count to 241, I’ll drop and lose stitches, and circular needles always tend to twist my stitches. Maybe I’ll flip it and knit it in the opposite direction and just sew it together...
Peaches n Cream Party by ouma on Etsy →
All of these clothes are so dreamy:)
Anonymous asked: hey
“He fucked the shit out of bears”
I'm Done Feeling Ashamed
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Well Gee Wilikers...
I still am figuring this thing out. I like looking at other people’s stuff better than posting my own but whatever. It’ll be a good outlet, right? Talking to anonymous faces on the internet. Regardless, I’m feeling real emotional latetly. Worthless, pathetic, overwhelmed, jealous, and drowned. It feels like my lungs are full of water and I can’t stand. I’ll just...
Be it life or death, we crave only reality.– Henry David Thoreau