Jessi.

21. Fucked up. Whatever.


Talk to me.


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chardonnayripper:

Trying to keep up with the new episodes every week of all the shows I watch is basically like having a second job.



gloupseason:

gloupseason:

feel like a brand new person making the same old mistakes

but I don’t care I’m in love



egberts:

gymtymeblink:

egberts:

do other countries have a groundhog day? do you all gather on February second and watch with bated breathe as a groundhog emerges from its hole? do you forecast the next six weeks of weather based on if the groundhog is frightened by its own shadow and returns to the hole?

is this some kind of thing American tumblr made up to prank us??

groundhog day is real the entire country watches a groundhog predict the weather






slaughterhaley:

damn



umgestaltend:

alicat2911:

northernsugar:

rosewaterofficial:

night time would be so beautiful and fun if all men had a curfew

Oh my god my mind runs wild thinking of all the things I’d do in the dark if there were no men out after 9.

I would wear a pretty dress and walk

just take a long look at this post and realise how fucked this society is k



I am not a “hot” girl. I will probably never turn you on, or take your breath away, or impress your friends with the way I look. But I can make you laugh and make you feel wanted, and sometimes I can be really fucking cute. I really wish that could be enough, just once.

(via amortizing)

mother. fucking. this.

(via apeir-o-phobia)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)



I go through phases. Somedays I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then somedays, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.
Mary Kate Teske (via larmoyante)




My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day, or that you’ll cheat on me … my biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me one morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread across my stomach and thighs. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is, that no matter what, I’m always right, and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, and stare at the pale, morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion that, for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore …
Things That Keep Me Up At Night (via from-the-darkest-grays)