whatever doesn't kill me will leave a scar. |
Chuck-short-for-Kahlie-Marie. Eighteen. Red lipstick. Bleached hair. Leopard print. No sense of colour coordination. Certified insane. George Brown College. Can tell two brands of vodka apart by scent at ten paces. You know the deal. Fairy lights. High rises. Blanket forts. Disney films. Lady GaGa. Asher Roth. Neon signs. Cupcakes. Superheroes. Star Wars. Grunge. Glamour. Escapism. That gritty feeling of waking up the morning after, glitter in your hair, walking down College Street on a Sunday: that familiar scent of orange juice, fresh muffins, and shame. fbook . twitter . last.fm . dA I help run fuck yeah, miles ingrassia because I'm awesome. "I'm sorry about the music, I'm calling from a McDonald's bathroom. I'm probably in love with you. Please call me back." |
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And now, because I have class in a little more than five hours, I am going to leave you with this picture of a goat-headed god with a pentagram on his forehead. Enjoy.
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(via mama-wolf)
Only man in the world I still love with a swastika tattooed on his chest reblog.
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Ask Brooklyn if she sleeps facing left or right. If the Answer is right, tell her to text muh back
Dude Brooklyn’s in her room, I’m not getting her up to ask her that.
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I present to you: a composite photo of my entire summer.
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fuckyeahmiyazaki: (via ache)
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Fuck, why do I still have these pictures. Now I’m all nostalgic. (Yes, that’s an altar on that shelf. What of it.)
Operation: Seriously Consider Dating the Next Guy Who Says Something Nice to You is a go.
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I also demand more nights of drinking Moosehead, smoking pot, and talking about the occult and Eastern philosophy starting at midnight and going until eleven o’clock in the morning.
Playing field = narrowed.
That kind of insomnia took skill.
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Except if I date a guy, he’s gotta be willing to have his firearm out while we’re kissing at all times.
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notes Chuck knew she was finally ready to start dating again,no matter what she’d been saying since July,
when she saw a photograph of two people with matching tattoos and didn’t burst out laughing.
Fack.
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I want this dog. It would be a good smoke buddy when everyone else is being bitches.
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I just tripped on the stupid fucking spiderman bag and stubbed my toe. File under additional reasons I hate spiderman
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I’d like a boy who looks like Edward Norton…
