My Mad Fat Diary (via rauchwolken)
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.
Michelle K. - The Truth About Growing Up A Woman. (via ambitionperfection)
"hey what’s the date?"
Vladimir Nabokov, from “Lolita" (Olympia Press, 1955)
what if guys came coffee… i’ll have one ejaculatte please
I just spit out my coffee
You’re supposed to swallow it
Do you ever smell a certain scent and you can remember exactly where you were and what you were doing when you were 8
*grows flowers on u because youre dirt*
Lighting new cigarettes,
It has been a beautiful
Charles Bukowski (via beartrapdreams)