An American in London with too much time on her hands meanders the Internet, watches a lot of porn, and consumes alcohol.
Then she shares it with you.
The Internet, not the booze.
…and the Mutant Enemy, Inc. zombie just said, “Ooh, I need a hug.”
Too much. It’s all just…too much.
@19 hours ago
(Source: fuck-yeah-funny-shit)
(Source: meet-me-at-the-morgue, via 90s-american-slang)
The truth is, I was bored.
My mother blissing ahead of me, rosebuds rising in her footsteps,
And I skulking behind, thinking,
Oh look. She walks in beauty.
Again.Her power could boil rivers, if she chose.
She doesn’t choose. She scatters
Heliotrope behind her.And me,…
Casual reminder that Eurovision is glorious, and Norwegians are adorable.
My goddamn goat won’t eat a desert kebab.
YOU ARE NOT OF ME, GRENDELSMERE. WE HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON.
@20 hours ago
(Source: hanukkah-hotties)
A friend recently told me a story that ended with, “…and he pulled back and picked a sequin out of his mouth that had just been chillin’ under my foreskin.”
(Source: ohcrackohcrack, via sexypubes)
I feel a connection with the girl on the left.
drugs? no thanks, the only “high” i need is the natural rush you get from committing a murder.
(via shortinstaturehighinpresence)
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