December 2011
Sick of being caught between friends.
Only made ironic by the fact that until I was 15 I didn’t have any.
Fuck this.
Stepping out the shower and feeling like the sexiest motherfucker on earth.
“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
—Jane Austen (via thefreenomad)
why is it that whenever i’m on medication i crave tattoos?
but when i’m perfectly fine to get one they don’t phase me.
sigh.
so
i just watched a show hosted by donald trump called ‘whats america worth’ in which they measured the net worth of everything from cubic metres of water and soil to household nick nacks
(of course america would create such a show, and of course trump would be hosting)
and i pretty much spent the whole time thinking TROLOLOLOL NOT ANYMORE.
…you just don’t understand my humour…
