February 2012
“I don’t get how our minds think of that one person but they probably...”
sciretacere:
Naked girls
Partying all night
You thought that this was the life.
Too much vodka
Too much whiskey
Too much
Too much.
Cigarette butts on the floor
Hickey marks on your neck
His after taste in your mouth
His fingers inside you.
Loud music
Bass thumping
Silly girls
Silly boys
Bad decisions
Great stories
Endless whispers.
Take me, she says
Okay, he replies.
It won’t end well
This isn’t...
“Think about it, but not for too long. You can’t afford to keep pushing...”
– True Blood
Watchlilacid:
blaggot:
and here we have live footage of a gay in it’s natural habitat
dear blaggot, you are perf and so is your gaga poster
“He is exactly
the poem
I wanted to write.”
– Mary Oliver, White Heron Rises Over Blackwater (via kitsune-)
Morissey coming to Singapore in May! Ecstatic omg.
I say the strangest things when I’m high. Already I’m so blunt in person, everything just heightens whenever I get high. I can get really angry, angst and bitter but also I can be giggly almost weird. Its like so many things go through my head all at once and I just, I just have to let it all come out. Almost like my thoughts are shouting at me. Then, you say it to the wrong...
“I’ve been a fool and i’ve been blind, I can never leave the past behind.”
– Florence and The Machine, Shake It Out (via vintage-kisses) 