Some Dexter/American Psycho type shit. Adore it.
As rainy days pour on, and the fireplace flickers, the nostalgia sets in. I’m inspired by much, moved by little. what are the stories I’ll tell later in life? Will anyone want to hear them..
I woke up thinking it was real. Thinking what we had was something more than ordinary. But instead I woke up to a rainy day and an empty heart.
Keep telling me I’m original, keep telling me you’ve never met anyone like me. Maybe one day I’ll believe it. You don’t have to lie to kick it I say under my breath. You don’t. I never know if people say shit like that as a compliment, or just a fact. You’re so different. I’d say you broke my heart if I thought I had one. Silvia Plath kinda shit, stick my head in an oven kinda shit, I stand out in a crowd kinda shit. Out of all the beautiful girls, you settled for me. Kinda shit. Is it because you’ve never seen someone wear an outfit like that? Is it because I smile a lot? Is it my fake eyelashes that make me bat my eyes at you, peeking out from under my bangs… no idea. Must be be because you keep telling me I’m so original.
She was already told twice. #PhotoADayApril Day 12 #Stairs. (Taken with instagram)
All I ever want to eat it cheese.
Donnie Darko Wake Up Wall Decal -
I need this so hard.
Me too. (Taken with instagram)
Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awak. — Henry David Thoreau, Author
I’m not wearing a bra today. Why?
Because you can’t make me. And I’m 98% sure the devil is in the shape of a bra. True story.
Ps I’m also hella good at Draw Something. Just fuck with my KFC drawing. Seriously, try to fuck with it.
Wet hair don’t care.
This is what happens when you leave me alone on a Friday night.
Ha. Yeah if I had life goals.
Beautiful day in Portland to be mashing around.