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  • me online age 13: there's a little thing called proper spelling and grammar, sweetie. :)
  • me online now: YALL I just went to the grocery store and? omg???????? my left tit got caught in the fucknig conveyor belt at the checkout and Im hdhehdjdndndnejkjnnbgghdddjhn
I want to find peace but I’m not certain where to look. I feel like my heart is all full of wildfires burning burning burning, devouring all the good things like an open mouth. But I feel more like an open wound and I try to hold onto all the good things that I can, with my hands that could be prettier. Hydrangeas and chamomile tea with milk and saying ‘I love you’ too often and sweaters that are a little too big and eating cherries until my mouth is red and when the sky looks like a grapefruit are good things. Or maybe they’re the things that make me feel human, flesh and blood, a girl with good intentions who makes mistakes a lot. And it’s okay to make mistakes; I just forget. I like mistakes, I like flaws, I like secrets, I like all the ugly things that fill you up. I like people, just not myself, sometimes
—  Zoë Lianne, “Girl/Wildfire”

me: damn……. wish i had some friends so i’m not so lonely when i’m watchin my favorite movie :/

me: guess theres..only one way to approach this situation …

*steps in front of oncoming car holding up and waving my ratatouille special edition dvd* hey you wanna watch- [tires screeching] [glass shattering] [woman shrieking] [telephone pole collapsing] [car alarms blaring]

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Imagine you just started your shift at Talc Opal and a giant yellow woman reaches her hand through the drive-thru window and grabs fifty Cool Ranch® Doritos® Locos Tacos

me: *looking through old reblogs*

me: so glad i have standards now omg??

me, two minutes later: *reblogs a picture of spongebob with mitt romney’s face photoshopped on as his nipples*