I don’t get these posts that go like “part of me wants to be a hot girl at the bar and the other part of me wants to read and sip tea in a bookstore”
like you can wear red lipstick and a leather jacket and sip tea and dance in the rain and go to the gym and curl up in bed and get turnt the fuck up and go to church
you can literally have it all sis
the world is yours
This is the most inspiring thing I have ever read
When a man dressed as Satan speaks more accurately about God than your pastor, you know something is wrong.
No. Seriously. Satan. Come Preach it.
oh look it’s back
im not even religious and i love this
I sit here infront of the computer screen. the only light in the room. With a joint on my side and a cup of tea. And depression on my shoulders. I cant stop thinking about him, its killing me and eating me alive. Its hard to sleep, or think, or breathe. i feel horrible, Everything was going great and I came in and all hell breaks lose on him. And I try my hardest to stop it, It feel like my heart is going to cave in and Im drowning, And the time to myself gave me alot of time to think and bash myself till Im drowning again. I fucking hate what I did too him. I just need to smoke and clear my mind. Puff puff pass..,