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Caroline Chandler, Orgin, 2015

In my Myers Briggs description on 16Personalities there’s a section header called “Don’t lose that little spark of madness”

A video posted by vilicity (@vilicity) on Dec 23, 2016 at 12:37pm PST

craibeib:

part 2

No one really values their alone time until they’re not alone anymore like I’m laying in bed and I smell terrible and I’m eating a kind bar in the dark and I got crumbs all over my own face and I don’t care at all and no one else does either

Isn’t there something so romantic about me watching Serendipity while eating chocolate cake I had delivered to my front door

I matched with this guy on tinder who isn’t my type (he doesn’t have a baby face) but he is great at making conversation (that’s never happened on that app. Everyone is just like “wassssssup,” including myself). Anyway social media is so weird, I found this guy on Facebook in under 10 seconds, scrolled through his pictures, and watched him make his way through like two vacations and a former relationship. I feel sick

withoutyourwalls:

Tracey Emin, Birds 2012 London Olympic Print, 2011

radophobia:

Cactus garden in California in 1902

You know that feeling when a guy tells you it isn’t just about sex for him so you go to a Mexican restaurant and talk about conspiracy theories and are like maybe you’re ok guy even though we don’t have a lot in common and then you fall asleep on his chest and you wake up because he is taking your dead sleepy corpse hand and putting it around his penis? Anyone know that feeling lol and then he like moves his penis around with your hand on it but you’re so scared and shocked that you just lay there and hope that it stops if you pretend you’re really REALLY asleep “lol”

I thought my ex boyfriend getting angry at me when I told him that I was sexually abused gave me trust issues little did I know that there was much more in store for me !

One woman’s pledge…to spend more hours hiding in the bathroom at work…. than engaging in customer facing activities …

I feel so alone this week, like no one will love me unconditionally, and am desperately wanting to move away and wander around a different city completely alone. It’s really obvious i grew up on Tumblr because when I’m sad I have these corny ass romantic thoughts and watch my life play out in an alternate reality where everything is in black and white and I only wear black. For someone who is very mature I have such romantic ideals. I started seeing a therapist last week and though I’ve only had one session she told me to remember that I can tell men no which shook me. I’ve told multiple men no since then, men I might’ve otherwise said yes to. Though I feel lonely in both the friend and romance depts this week it was comforting to read through texts with my ex boyfriend earlier, consider telling him I hope he dies, deciding against that, and then feeling disgusted at the thought of committing myself so deeply to someone I had only known a year. I cannot believe that I decided I was only going to have sex with this one scrubby and scrawny and weird ass looking dude. Having sex with multiple partners is one of my favorite things, I don’t know if I could be in a relationship that wasn’t open. I don’t want to be that Aries ass hole but I was on a date last week and the guy joked about getting me something for my birthday, I was like “my birthday was two weeks ago, it’s too late” and he goes “oh so I’m not going to be around for the next one?” And I just stared at him. We came back to my place later after he did coke and he couldn’t stay hard but I couldn’t stop kissing him it felt so good to kiss. Sometimes that’s just more exciting than actual intercourse. I’m obviously so confused. He told me every morning when he wakes up he thinks about fucking me which I thought was really fucking odd. When I woke up I didn’t want to get out of bed because it felt so good to have this strangers arms around me. I wonder which of my signs made me love routine and stability so much. There’s only one dude I could see myself with and he isn’t interested. I try to pretend it doesn’t hurt my feelings but I get so sensitive about it for 5 minutes every day.

I have like 6 hours straight of calls or call prep for 3 days straight (brutal) but then I get to go to Seattle and I get to see my best friend who lives in London and we have brunch reservations

True life: I want to listen to Ween but my phone is at 10% and I’ve been stuck in this paper gown in this room at my OBGYNs for 45 mins

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