Hypocritical hippie

anon

Not quite but yeah.

All I really want right now is to hurt someone bad enough that they feel like I do.

It’s all shit.

I don’t even want to go home anymore.

Sometimes I get to thinking about the past.

I think about my exes, and sometimes I get sad.

So then I check up on them, to see what they’re up to.

And when I see that they’re miserable, I can’t help but feel a little bit better.

I win. :)

A baby ladybug. That’s my pinkie :)

There is no way of knowing if that black widow spider on your bed is gay or not

thank god I had the quadratic equation to calculate the parabola of the ball I just threw.

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—	no one (via iloveyoulikekanyeloveskanye)