(Source: emotiveness, via dietandcigarettes)
don’t eat.
you know how that day’s coming? the one when there won’t be enough water and food to support the general population here? and if it’s coming sooner than later? I’m scared of what would happen to the people I love, but the sickest part of me isn’t worried one single bit about being stripped of access to basic calories.
I’ll regret thinking like this.
(via skeletonized)
november was a tease
remembering how good we had it just for a weekend. take me home.
(Source: mishkuh, via cupcake-kitties)
"I am a happy camper so I guess I’m doing something right. Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder."
— Henry David Thoreau (via sweetannasour)
(via cupcake-kitties)
when I feel like dying I get this huge urge to call up this one boy. he’s pretty much a slightly-less-toxic version of that guy who I can’t get off my mind. I rarely end up dialing him, but when I do.. his voice is so comforting and he puts me in this great mood. he sounds as genuinely excited to hear my voice over the receiver as I am to hear his, and there’s nothing like having him say how much he misses me. I feel loved and I feel wanted when we talk and it’s priceless to me. he’s states away and I’m just waiting for the holiday for him to come back home and eat cereal with me.
slept sixteen hours, I have the shakes and I woke up just in time for my 6PM shift at work. I just want to go back to bed for the rest of my life.
(via skinny-fit)
