March 2012
February 2012
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fuck relationships i’d rather just have drugs music and fame
i just want a vile of special k and new nail polish is that too much to ask
why cant party monster just be my life minus the murder
We are living In the age In which the pursuit of all values Other than Money Success Fame Glamour Have either been discredited Or destroyed
voltae:
I can’t play hard-to-get, I’m barely even hard to want.
i want some mexican food inside of me but more importantly i want a mexican inside of me
I should be a therapist or something because if one of my clients came into my office talking about wanting to kill themselves, I would just be like “what’s stopping you?” all talk, no game, attention seeking little hoes who need padded cells and some narcotics just so people can tolerate being around them.
why cant i be a club kid
why do i even bother telling guys that i think they’re cute its really no use anyway
im literally fucking speechless and in awe somebody please come shoot me in the fucking face
