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  • I like graveyards. I like veins and scars. I'm not afraid of heights. I love the rain. I'm always in some sort of mental pain. I like boys with tattoos. I love the chaos of an airport. John Lennon is my hero. Oh, and my brother is too. I love to escape into novels about drug addicts and insanity. I do smoke weed just to relive my own insanity. Europe is my dearest obsession. I don't believe in Christianity. I'm afraid of disappointment, so I no longer make promises. This is life and we're all its hostages. Come, escape with me. //
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I’m being forced to go to a club tonight at the beach. I’m driving in the car right now to my awkward miserable death. I’m so awkward in these situations. I don’t belong in a club.

Fuck this. I just want a beer, a man, and all the seasons of Scrubs. But no, I’m being forced to go “clubbing”. And I’m so shitty at being a girl I forgot to put makeup on. I hate people.

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