something happens in spring where my brain just turns a switch and i can no longer put up with bullshit. i don’t know why it is, but stand clear.

Dear to whom it may concern: Stop being crazy lying bitches to my friend, before she goes postal on ur dumb ass. -a concerned person who will post bail

Football.

Football.

"Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex cuz you don’t want that late text… that I think I’m late text."
— Lil Wayne

but that doesn’t mean it owes you a pearl.

For the past 8 weeks I’ve been very conscious of what I put in my body. I’m not starving myself or even counting calories. But if I don’t want a potato or only one slice of bread why is that an issue? I’m not asking anyone to eat like me, or cater their meals to my regiment. All I want is to be able to eat my wheat crust pizza with side salad in peace.

i drink so i don’t have to deal with people asking me anything, cause for those few hours that i’m intoxicated i’m no go to myself or anyone else. it’s a hard job trying to fix the world and even i need a vacation from time to time.

This movie will always get reblogged.

This weekend I’m going to clean my room for 5 days, purge everything I don’t need and cry while listening to the new Simple Plan album on repeat.

seeing this in 12 hours, stoked

(Source: astrofuckingzombies)

(Source: thetvscreen)

just sayin