Insane ramblings.

into the mind of a fucked up girl

Apr 21

I feel like i’ve been on a binge for a while so I have decided that I am going to attempt sobriety again. So long and goodybye alcohol, you’ll be missed. 


fuckyeahtattoos:

My best friend got this piece done yesterday. :-)Its of a fox gazing up at the galaxy. Done by Petra HlaváčkováGuest Artist at Tattoolicious in Honolulu. She’s originally from the Czech Republic. My favorite tattoo artist of all time

fuckyeahtattoos:

My best friend got this piece done yesterday. :-)
Its of a fox gazing up at the galaxy. 
Done by Petra Hlaváčková
Guest Artist at Tattoolicious in Honolulu. She’s originally from the Czech Republic. My favorite tattoo artist of all time

(via syringejunkie)


death-by-lulz:

me trying to make friends

Featured on a 1000Notes.com blog



How To Date:

spreadlovenotlies:

Step 1- Buy her pizza.

Step 2- Make her cum.

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“I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.” Kaci Diane  (via tedbunny)

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Apr 19
k-creep:

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life … But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

k-creep:

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life … But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

(via sheytoonery)


(via sheytoonery)


I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless.

I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around.
I’m the girl that gets away.

I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.

And you’re just like your father, so you will.

You’ll let me go & I won’t look back,
But you will.
I promise you, you will.

I’m that girl.

(via 5ft1)

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Apr 17

I wish I was born earlier just so I can cuddle up with ray Bradbury, not sexually of course, and he can pet my hair while we are curled up on the couch while reading me his lullabies.

So Phillip k.dick can use a ladder to get to my window at 2 in the morning and extending his palm to reveal a fistful of pills, promising me to take me into his world.

To watch H.P lovecraft dig his feet in the sand and let his hand act as a sieve for the sand he continuously lets run through.

To be amazed by Edgar Allen poes pet crow


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