"In this love, you are like a knife, with which I explore myself."

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via depressionparty)

(via b-racket)

I’ve lost a good bulk of you since I’ve switched over to my new blog. I still intend to keep this one. I just.. forget about it.. sometimes. O, forgive me? 

I want a new book. Or something. Yeah. Gimme? 

Anonymous: How's the job hunt going? Or did you plan on living off your daddy's money for the rest of your life?

Your attempt to lower someone else resulted in only lowering yourself. 

Day one on my anti-personal blog and I already have six followers. 

I created a new blog. 
It should be a nice escape.
The anonymity.

I’m not leaving this blog, though.
I just can’t.
I’ve invested years into this damn blog. 


I’m thinking about starting a new blog. 
But I don’t want to abandon eight-hundred of you little ladybugs. 
Choices, choices.   

Going through old blogs. Um. 

ribs n beer
i’m so american~  

rocksfalling replied to your post: Oh hi. I have a solution to my pain, har. ?Drink…

drink more blair.

bring me a drinkable blair.

Oh hi. I have a solution to my pain, har.
?Drink more beer.

I stepped on a piece of glass,
sliced my finger on a spinning knife
& cut my foot on a bottle cap.  

"But that mimosa grove - the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since."

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita (via lambmilk)

(Source: nagging, via tripsandtalesofateenagedirtbag)