not that you’ll see this and maybe you won’t care but i haven’t forgotten about you you’re still who you are and i still think and wonder if you’re doing alright every day.
Picking grains of sand out of my ears, finishing an entire pack of $3.75 california rolls.
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why is it that i’m starting to think my addiction to violently popping blackheads every night is becoming a strange act of self mutilation.
We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are humane.– Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (via incorporels)
Tumblr has taught me:
1. It is “good” to be pretty 2. It is “good” to be skinny 3. It is “good” to be famous 4. It is “good” to be different 5. It is “good” to all be the same 6. Tattoo artists are the best artists.
More and more, it feels like I’m doing a really bad impersonation of myself.