these bitches.

these bitches.

(Source: aurevoirmikey, via loosewomenandfastcars)

"If we could truly see ourselves the way others see us we’d disappear on the spot."

Emil Cioran

(via gaws)

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kittydothedishes:

whenever I go too long without being in claires I have to listen to hilary duff or I get anxious

I am obsessed with this girl.

PHYS-220-001
Grade: P

I guess I’m graduating…

(Source: whereisthecoool)

"You couldn’t even wonder where all that sprang from, or how it was that a world came into existence, rather than nothingness. It didn’t make sense, the world was everywhere, in front, behind. There had been nothing before it. Nothing. There had never been a moment in which it could not have existed. That was what worried me: of course there was no reason for this flowing larva to exist. But it was impossible for it not to exist. It was unthinkable: to imagine nothingness you had to be there already, in the midst of the World, eyes wide open and alive; nothingness was only an idea in my head, an existing idea floating in this immensity: this nothingness had not come before existence, it was an existence like any other and appeared after many others."

Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea  (via gaws)

It is time to re-read Nausea.

Things I hate more than biscuits falling into my tea:

antisocial-socialist:

  1. Chris Brown.
  2. People who defend Chris Brown.

(via laurenlivingroom)

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Summer Heart – I Wanna Go (2,952 plays)

coketalk:

I Wanna Go - Summer Heart

Fuck— I need it to be summer time. I also would like to know where I will be living this summer so I can have something solid to daydream about…
fine- you win new balance

fine- you win new balance

(Source: whereisthecoool)

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this is porn for me

this is porn for me

(Source: whereisthecoool)

first beer clocked at 12:41 pm.

I can do better.

where can i get some Xanax

I’m taking an extra long lunch today.

coketalk:

If anyone at work says anything, I’ll just tell them to follow the trail of Xanax crumbs back to the chaise lounge by the pool where I left my purse full of all the fucks I don’t give.