19. Louisiana. Starbucks barista who goes to too many concerts and laughs in serious situations.

mariofartwii:

talk dirty to me

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(via herestotheweiirdandthewonderful)

5weetsorrow:

Sad/Bands/B&W blog

deucebowl:

How the FUCK am I supposed to have a good day when 28% of Americans aren’t getting enough fiber?

(Source: deucebasket, via drink-182)

tricky-stump:

important news from fall out boy

sucysucyfivedolla:

like it’s not “whoops I’m PREGNANT AGAIN tee hee time for an abortion!!” 

nobody fuckin does that. nobody

it’s more along the lines of

do you want an abortion or do you want to die

do you want an abortion or do you want to watch your baby die after a week

do you want an abortion or do you want your life to fall apart around you because of a child you are either unable or unfit to support

do you want to give up a fetus or a living, breathing baby

(via nesiresi)

moshjalex:

you know what’s punk rock
treating women with respect

(Source: frickiero, via nesiresi)

It’s the worst on Tuesdays.
On Tuesdays, my bed is a crib but I can’t call my
mom to sing me back to sleep in it
because I’m twenty years old and
I should know how to dig myself out
of this by now.

Nothing happens here.
Nothing spectacular.
Someone is setting off fireworks
outside my window and all I want to
do is catch one in my mouth.
All I want to do is rest.
All I want to do is stop.

Mommy, I think I’m failing.
I can’t get out of bed.
Mommy, I have a fever and I’ve
been throwing up since December.
I don’t want to scare you, but I think
my body hates me.
Mommy, my sadness has a mouth that
won’t stop screaming.
I think I’ll name it Tomorrow. or Evelyn. or Please.
Mommy, I think I’m supposed to be the hero.
I think I’m supposed to surrender to
whatever is broken inside of me and call it brave.
Mommy, I can’t.
I don’t want to be the hero.
I don’t want to be brave.
Caitlyn Siehl, Tomorrow. Evelyn. Please. (via alonesomes)
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