(Source: drinkingtosurvive, via gypsycurse)
"You got the sex invite. He was like, ‘You. Me. Your pants. Meow.’ "
— GERRAD, on my interactions with the magical Gabe
Giving my hair straightener to Gerrad.
I can’t handle this. All it takes is one burn and I’ll be back on the wagon. I can’t. I can’t. I need it out of my room.
Things to do instead of self-harm #2:
Keep telling yourself that it is a TEMPORARY solution. It will temporarily make you feel better but it won’t actually solve anything.
Continue to want to do it anyway.
Things to do instead of self-harm #1:
Eat an ice cream sandwich.
So now that you use Chrome and not Internet Explorer…
want to date?
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I Call Fives - Someone That’s Not You
Holy shit relevant.
Lately the radio station has felt like more of an obligation than a fun opportunity.
I want to quit so bad.
UGH
