Only the amount of information I need to know for my A.P. World History Exam.
I can do this…
No big deal…
(Source: crossdiver)
We are nothing more than a piece of paper.
Mama who gave me no way to handle things
Who made me so sad.
The funny thing about style is you pick out your clothes, you put on your makeup, you waste the money to catch a satisfying glimpse of that label as you throw on your sunglasses; yet the very last person you’re doing it for is yourself.
If I dressed for my own comfort you’d never find me out of sweatpants.
Maybe I should just quit. Maybe I should embrace the way I actually look. Embrace the way I actually am. Allow the world to judge me for me and not my purse, whether or not it has label.
“Yes, because that’s really what this whole multibillion-dollar industry is all about, isn’t it? Inner beauty.”
It’s only teenage wasteland.
Baba O’Rriley (Teenage Wasteland) - The Who
(Source: melodic-aesthetics)
(Source: rupert-is-our-king)
VALENTINES DAY 2012
“These aren’t tears of sadness…
I’ve just been cutting onions.
I’m making a lasagna…
For one.”



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