god i’ve lost track of everything
When I die, I want to be buried with sunglasses on and my hands behind my head. So when I deteriorate, I’ll be the chillest skeleton in the graveyard.
Oh, my first ramble in French haha
lol ok now I’m going to write some of those characters I have in mind
Imagine your OTP making out in a bathroom stall. Person A has Person B pressed against one of the walls and they are kissing fiercely. Both of them struggle to keep quiet so that none of the other people in the building become suspicious.
ok this blog is now officially undergoing serious makeover. Just saying.
fuck this shit sam rockwell is going to be my new mascot
just gotta go buy food and stuff first
guess who’s back and ready
“I don’t look at her like she’s a bad girl. She just misunderstood sometimes, she’s a little troubled, she’s a little dysfunctional. She’s a survivor.”
- Aida Turturro
A mess in a dress; A mix of 38 songs for those who are the light that keep the streets on at night that will make you release the wild thing inside of you. With the collaboration of Sylvia, without you there wouldn’t be a playlist.
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