(via restartmyheart)
seems like so long ago i almost can’t remember that this was how i used to fall asleep.
"Yet, no matter how accurately you write it or mumble it under your breath, it won’t change the way things stand between you. A poem, let alone a paragraph, is not a magic spell. And the only people who can write those stay in padded rooms, listening to music no one’s ever played."
via: I wrote this for you (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
life=2, gina=0.
its not often that i fuck up monumentally like this. id blame it on anything else but the truth is, i knew better and still i acted like a stupid fucking vagina and went snooping where i didn’t belong. so yes, life, i deserved that kick in the heart. thank you for reminding me that love is a huge crock of shit. I had forgotten until now.
one of the perks of living in europe-they come up with gems like this ice tea/nutella snack… aka sex in a cute little portable carton that you can eat. JOY!
via adampsyche
there is no better medicine than kitties in teacups. i mean seriously, the only people who don’t get a little joy out of this are rapists and people who tell dead baby jokes.
