January 2011
The moment when you realize you’re not okay, not even in the slightest, and you don’t know who to go to anymore because you don’t want to bother anyone with your never-ending problems.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
– Oscar Wilde (via kari-shma)
Getting drunk two nights in a row in vodka, turned out not to be as good an idea as I originally thought. Taking shots at McDonald’s though, that was a first.
Happy birthday Cudi! May your day be as great as...
I just had a thought.
gasolinepurified:
You know when you walk in a room and you just forget why you went in there? What if life was like a game of sims? And God just deletes the action you were about to do?
