“Party til you pass out, drink til’ you’re dead.
Dance all night til you can’t feel your legs”
We are done with giving a fuck.

Can we just acknowledge all the amazing things happening at once in this? Oak’s little jig, Anthony’s fancy moves, Thayne’s facial expressions, Leslie hurrying by with his pants only half-on, and Jon Rua just jumping up and dabbing. 

These silly boys give me life <3

  • 10 year old me's expectations of teenage life: Partying, staying up past midnight, never in the house.
  • Reality: Goes to bed at 10 after reading a fanfic longer than a published book. Watching 10 season TV shows in a week. Very rarely leaving the house.
  • And you know what, I'm okay with this.
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Throwback Thursdays:

Iconic images of the legendary and/or infamous 1970’s nightclub Studio 54 as shot by Tod Papageorge.

I hate when people refer to my drug addiction as “partying”. The party stopped long ago before the addiction began, it hasn’t been partying since the very beginning  of my drug use. I may be high, but it isn’t fun anymore, certainly no where near a damn party. I need to invade my veins with smack and my lungs with crack just to function normally enough to start my day.  My life is consumed by addiction. Partying is a part of most peoples lives at some points on weekends or late nights, addiction is such a massive part of my life that when the weekend ends and the night turns to day I’m still trapped in the brutal cycle of drug addiction, this is no fucking party, it’s a nightmare.
—  journal entry 11-13-16
It’s always morning after poems
Kids doing coke on bathroom counters.
It’s always cigarette smoke in my hair
Foreheads pressed to fogging car windows.
It’s always glazed and empty eyes
Have another drink
maybe just get high.
—  Post party madness// Kira Sala