I haven’t been on this website for 3 months, I still have 534 followers, and people are still reblogging a picture I posted over a year ago.

Bless y’all’s hearts.

There’s only 20 more days of high school for me which means only 20 days and I’m

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How To Ruin Your Life

Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you don’t even find attractive.

Refuse to forget your ex. Make it impossible for yourself to do anything without remembering that you used to do it with them. Hug your knees under the sheets and think about how safe you felt when they held you at night. Remind yourself daily of how empty you feel. Find new ways to make yourself sad.

Get drunk all the time. Consider no Saturday night, national holiday or extended happy hour complete without a vodka-induced breakdown. Graduate college but keep drinking like you’re still in it. Notice that cheap beer tastes watery and stale when you drink it alone but drink it anyway. Look at old Facebook photos wasted and wonder where everyone went.

Never drink. Never do anything that could potentially be “bad” for you. Treat your body like the temple it is and say no to carbs, yes to wheatgrass, go to bed at ten sharp and turn down cake on your birthday. Take fifteen different dietary supplements. Monitor carefully. Succumb to nothing. Miss out on everything.

Compare yourself constantly, to everyone. Allow the standards of image-obsessed, age-obsessed culture to make you feel decrepit at 25. Scroll through skinny guys on Tumblr feeling wistful and inadequate. Pull at the skin on your hipbones, stomach, and underarms in the mirror. Sigh a lot. Sigh all the time.

Don’t fall in love with anyone or anything. Put an impenetrable wall between yourself and other people. Add a fire-breathing dragon and eight yards of barbed wire. Be suspicious of everyone’s motives. Hold grudges long after you’ve forgotten what for.

Fall in love with everyone and everything. Run after the next best thing like it’s a bus you’re perpetually late for. Throw your heart into every other stranger’s hands and be genuinely surprised to be hurt. Refuse to learn. Refuse to ever learn.

(Source: milajaroniec, via unfunnyclownfish)

My favorite thing is realizing that songs are written about books I’ve read.

Killing an Arab by The Cure was about The Stranger, a book we read in English.

I just finished Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk (I recommend you read this 400 times over), and then realized Time to Dance by Panic! At The Disco is about the book.

It’s the best.

The only bad thing about watching Doctor Who is that the various English accents no longer sound ~different~ and ~exotic~ to me.

Anonymous asked: if you were in a relationship, would you ever change yourself for that person?

I’d like to say no, that I’m better than that, but I feel like I probably would at least a bit in the end.

Oh my god, there’s a legal defense in which you can claim homosexual panic.

It basically says you murdered someone because they made a homosexual advance at you.

How rich.

I am 18. Holy shit.

My grandmother is the strongest person I know.

Anonymous asked: describe what your dream life would be like

I think my ideal life would be just a humble life, where I’m part of the upper-middle class. I grew up in a semi-wealthy house, so I’m used to having some luxuries and I’d like to keep it that way. I want to have to work to earn my living, but I want to, say, be able to buy a classic car on a whim. Stuff like that. I’d like to be settled with a nice guy in 10 or 15 years, with 2 kids, in a nice house I designed. I want a loft. Besides that, I want to travel the world. I want to be like Andrew Zimmern, if you know who that is, or Anthony Bourdain. Travel, live like the locals, eat the food, etc.. I want to wake up in the mornings and read the newspaper with a coffee.

These aren’t really connected in any way, but they’re what I think of when I think of my ~dream life~.

Anonymous asked: You mean by The Cure, lul

Whoopsie daisy, why yes I did.

Blogging via tablet.

It’s beautiful.

Anonymous asked: what did you ask for for Christmas this year?

The main things that stand out are a tablet, which I’m paying for half of, an RC helicopter, a book about Winston Churchill, and an Amy Winehouse poster. Those are things I want the most.