I’ve peeled off like 80% of my topical skin layer in the last week.
I feel like a lizard.
Montreal student protesters baiting riot police with donuts.
(Source: platosatlantis, via putawh0re)
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT lol I’m diggin’ that last bit HAHA
hahahhaha IT MAKES SENSE RIGHT
I wonder what kind of reactions I would collect if I said how much I miss my ex’s maa. I wonder what people would think if they knew we still talk.
Still, I don’t think it’s realistic to ask for a relationship with your ex-boyfriend’s mother, when you’re not in a relationship with him, no matter how good the terms you’re on are.
Maybe someday.
Urban Outfitters is selling Mitt Romney t-shirts. In case you needed another reason to never go there. Ever.
Feeling a bit distressed.
On a side note, I had a crazy dream the other night. Less Martin Luther King, much more Anais Nin. Guess the best way to get over someone really is to get under someone else.
— Talk Before Sleep, Elizabeth Berg (via blua)
(Source: fuckyeahliteraryquotes, via blua)
and I am literally a blob. The only places I’ve been are the gym, the pool, and the beach. Too lazy to leave the house to visit people. Instead, I’ve replaced all human interaction aside from “do you have your gym card?” with the complete collection of The Office on Netflix.
On the bright side, I am quite brown from laying out. Success.
