A lot of people make excuses not to spend time with me and it blows.

I’m only good for drunken nights and moments spent away from people who actually matter. 

Friends’ band first show Saturday.

Friends other bands show on the 16th.

Tigers Jaw/Pianos/Dad Punchers/Captain We’re Sinking on the 19th.

TUI/Mindset/Tough Luck on the 30th. 

Fuck yeah.

It must be fucking lovely to be able to drink or smoke all of your unhappiness away.

I would be the worst wildlife photographer because I could absolutely not resist trying to play with everything dangerous and beautiful. 

blogsecret:

I don’t think I can even put into words what it feels like, how much it fucking hurts, to love a person you know will never love you back. To put so much into a person you know will never give anything back to you the way you want them to, need them to. To really and truly love them.

WELP

(via ibetheinfluence)

I don’t know how people go to fucking college. 

ixnay-on-the-oddk:

I wish some of my guy friends would at least acknowledge that three different cars full of men just screamed “How much?”  ”Hop in the car, baby” and “Fuck you, slut” at me in the last 10 minutes. Nope, we’re just gonna continue walking without saying anything? Ok.

Hate when people don’t care about this.

I wish I didn’t have a reason to let this go.

Emotions are the stupidest most annoyingly inconvenient things.

Never felt more shitty in my entire life.

I’m really good at fucking things up and then furthering the fucking up until nothings left. Go me.

it’s pretty cool how I tell you how I feel and you ignore every single fucking thing I say for three weeks straight. must be nice to not give a fuck because I sure am having a hard time of it.