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I'm Suzie.
Engineer, musician, writer
Lost but living.
THEME DESIGN BY JAMESLREDFIELD

infinitelove:

When in doubt eat her out

(via whollythefruitofgrace)

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whollythefruitofgrace:

when-feminists-attack:

andrew-terrence:

fuckyeaheda:

Sunday night boredom leads to making some stuff. Just a bit of some screenshots I’ve collected in the past few months from heartless jerks. Look at me living, you big fucking turds. (Side note: sad part is that there are so many more where these came from)

Everyone reblog this because it’s important to see how peoples attitude’s towards rape victims still are today. This was someone very close to me and this time it’s not just another thing getting passed around on the internet that you can easily distance yourself from, it’s very real to me.

Signal Boost.

WTF IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE

dualpaperbags:

men dislike skinny jeans because they ‘want something left to their imaginations’

women retreat into the earth to form a shining utopian society, never to be seen again

men wander the surface alone, left only with their imaginations

(via whollythefruitofgrace)

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shingekinokyojinheaven:

opticallyaroused:

Ladies, and gentlemen, this is the captain. If you look out the right side of the aircraft you will notice flight 195 challenging us to a race.

please put on your seat belts because it’s about to get raw as hell up in this bitch *sound of plane diving*

shingekinokyojinheaven:

opticallyaroused:

Ladies, and gentlemen, this is the captain. If you look out the right side of the aircraft you will notice flight 195 challenging us to a race.

please put on your seat belts because it’s about to get raw as hell up in this bitch *sound of plane diving*

(Source: fuckyeahairplaness, via nowayryantatum)

" When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own. "
- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart  (via exoticwild)

(Source: splitterherzen, via whollythefruitofgrace)

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Playing with Fire

jimtarzanman:

Dandelions in the summer sun
Hoping to find someone
She puts on her makeup in the mirror
Hoping to see clearer

I’m playing with fire
And I’m bound to burn
These words are poison
I have learned
So cut up my angels my heart on your sleeve
I’ll put it all out there but you’re still going to…

I remember when you were first thinking of this song !

tenandahalfthousandyesterdays:

I wanna walk the streets in this, and pink and white lacy lingerie.

tenandahalfthousandyesterdays:

I wanna walk the streets in this, and pink and white lacy lingerie.

tenandahalfthousandyesterdays:

But then I reread that text, and my heart literally feels like it’s breaking.
I considered overdosing last night, when I saw all the pills sitting in front of me.
I imagining slicing up my arms until I was fucking flayed.
I don’t tell anyone anymore, because I’m sick of getting treated like I’m going to act on these outbursts.
That just makes it worse. I can’t even talk to him without it hurting. I just feel so small and insignificant.

WHAT TEXT ME

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I was starving like ten minutes ago…

refridgerator:

i only accept apologies in cash

(via phoenix--feathers)

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