"I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me."
fabala:
~*~*~ maybe if bread and corn chips and pasta and cereal and potato weren’t made out of carbs or carbs didn’t have so many damn calories i wouldn’t feel an increasing desire to exit the world. ~*~*
(via disappoint-ed)
This should be interesting..
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As always, my dearest mother has decided to throw a tantrum.
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syruppalin:
the bags under my eyes are designer
(via thinspeaux)