You like mcr, panic at the disco, choppy hair cuts, fall out boy and black clothing. You can’t stop smudging your eyeliner, you can’t stay out of hot topic, and you don’t know the top 20 charts. Face it, you’re never gonna leave 2005.
team “i wore this yesterday but i’m going to a different place so it doesn’t matter”
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"
Being skeptical that another person can be incapacitated by a mental illness because you cope just fine with your problems is basically the same as saying “I don’t understand why other people’s brakes fail, because my car works great.”
I reblog this every time.
I think unskippable ads on Youtube are the biggest fucking marketing fail, now I am more likely to purposely avoid buying your product out of pure bitter spite that you bitches made me wait.
A bitter blogger never forgives or forgets