May 2013
I’m not sad when I think about death. They’re not suicidal thoughts. They’re more of a “who’s gonna get all my stuff now” kind of thing. All these things. Things. Things. Things.
friends: you need a boyfriend omg
me: ah yes let me go to the store and pick up a fresh one
“I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it...”
– Winona Ryder (via cookthechef)
shouldertappingghosts:
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic...
psilentasincjelli:
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and...
