Just put on dark lipstick and act like nothing happened


"how many times are you going to listen to that song" until the void in my heart is filled


preferred pet names:

  • queen
  • empress
  • supreme overlord
  • officer
  • the lawful judge
  • president
  • her imperial condescension


Reblog if you’re kinda good looking but you owe a lot to angles

by ten word poem  (via facina-oris)

I think I am surviving
in all the wrong ways


i’d honestly rather do anything than drive like. i’d prefer riding a fucking dragon around rather than drive in a car. i’d feel safer riding a dragon than i would driving a car. hell i’d feel safer riding a horse than i would driving a car. and horses are terrifying. but i trust them. i trust horses and dragons more than i would ever trust a fucking car


Why Did I Do That?: A novel by me, with special guest appearances by several alcoholic beverages


i use the word fuck so excessively i sometimes forget it’s a swear word


How to know which boy you like:

1. Get very drunk

2. You will cry about the boy you like

by Joan Bauer, Almost Home
Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.