museum of unsaid things

looney tunes ass doctors

girls i don't know how many "ill figure it out"s ive got left

no but you know what would be nice? experiencing the kind of happiness that doesn’t turn out to be a lesson that I have to mourn over for at least 3 months

Ever since I was a little girl I knew I wanted to go back to bed

sorry I didn't mean to start tearing up as soon as I start trying to talk about my feelings, my bad

sorry i can't i'm busy. yeah im mourning the loss of every friendship ive ever had. yeah it's gonna take all day. all week. all year. the rest of my life actually.

I was meant to be a character in a low budget horror movie in 2005 wearing a short sleeved shirt over a long sleeved shirt to signify to the audience that I am an enjoyer of music

if we make it through december and january and february and then march and april as well and may and june and july also and august and september. we’ll be fine

i am a perfectly nonchalant person. except on days where i crave love. then i choke up and go insane and begin howling at the moon

me and the girls we. think about how we crave love so much our whole being aches with it

"they should be at the club" "they should be at the farmers market" "they should be at the public library" well i should be in my lovers arms but im not am i. life is full of disappointments

yes i'm over it. yes i think about it 20 times a day

relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever

What a year this week has been.

It’s Monday.

It sure as hell is.

The earlier in the day Monday you reblog the funnier this gets