Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (via violentwavesofemotion)
What the fuck.
how do u be an adult
ya gotta own a briefcase and then fuck it
ya gotta fuck the briefcase
her? why her? im drunk xd just answer why, ill give you cookie, and a kiss, maybe a kiss, maybe a hug. the dice lied.
The dice is a fucking lier and you know it. And maybe I just want to kiss you so bad, or maybe give you a cookie… Those freakin loaded vodkas, and your pussy loaded drink
you have 3 wishes, what would you wish for?
An AE86 Trueno, her, and to have my senses back.
Everything else I can handle myself.
me before posting something on tumblr: no that could offend someone