“Why the fuck do you give a shit of what a...
callmecudi-: — Kid Cudi
We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were...– Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
I wrote seven pages about you last night. You make me smile.
raven-shire: Valium // Lisa Mitchell this song...
I have so much to do but all I want to do is drink cold lemonade and think about you and read Lolita.
feel-good Blink-182 and a huge KR-20.
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to...– Sigmund Freud
watching Girl, Interrupted for the first time
Boys with tattoos make me bite my lip and want to...
*want to do dirty things
You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much...– C. JoyBell C.
my room smells like sandalwood, amber, and...
Can't Tickle Yourself? That's a Good Thing →
psychologybot: Studies of Tit-For-Tat Games And Links To Delusional Thinking “To test the idea, the researchers had schizophrenics play tit-for-tat against themselves. Schizophrenics have trouble recognizing their own actions—that is, they often attribute their behavior to an alien source. Some can even tickle themselves. If our brains discount the feeling of our own actions to help us...
felicior: Lullabies Yuna
I’m gonna suck it up and clean my room and do my hair and makeup and try to look pretty and feel happy regardless of what I end up doing tonight.
Your eyes make me shy.– Anaïs Nin
flirty-machine asked: Oh noooo! I love to read your personal posts :(
I should clean my room. It smells like pizza, ranch, and crying.
[[MORE]] If I press my fingers into the skin on my chest I know you were with me If I look through my phone I know you’ve texted I know you’ve called If I remember what you said that night I know you feel something and yet I wish there were more of us than that
I used tumblr as my diary for almost two years. I recently bought a notebook to write down the things I can no longer post on here because so many people that I don’t share that part of myself with now follow me. It is what it is, I guess. I just miss that feeling of freedom.