"i bet god thinks you're amusing" — sean daly.

#tbt to when I was 17 years old, worked at a skate shop and apparently wore this belt every fucking day.


bluebirds fly high. fuck, fuck, fuck.
my therapist.

how does one look so ladylike when photographing their nails? I don’t get it.

I’m framing this and hanging it in my house.

last night I saw my beautiful best friend in this movie. it’s not for the squeamish. so if you have a history of passing out in theatres maybe, don’t see it. if you’re okay with bodily fluids and stuff then you’ll be fine (I was fine). carla is amazing in it and you should see it just because of her.

something that this whole pinched nerve/not being able to do shit thing has blessed me with is being able to spend time on unnecessary shit. like ordering these nail tip things off amazon and then cataloging my nail polish colors. I only got through my yellows, greens, blues. warm grays and cool grays before running out of nail tips, so I just ordered 300 more (they’re $2.45 for 100 on amazon) cause pink/reds unfortunately take up most of my collection. guess I can stop buying pale blue nail polishes now. and yellows. and warm dark grays.

152 plays 152 plays
Arcade Fire


Funeral was released on September 14, 2004 in North America.
Listen to this masterpiece on its integrity to celebrate its 10th anniversary.

god bless arcade fire.

(via sdotbailey)

I made a hot fudge sundae but the fudge was so hot it melted most of the ice cream.

should I tattoo this on my body?

apparently, this is me now.

we’re watching welcome back kotter

got some gifts in the mail.

big ups to nurse @rottinghaus for keepin’ my snack supply fresh. (not pictured, the two bags of wasabi ginger potato chips, snickerdoodles, Häagen-Dazs bars and a bangin’ grilled cheese sandwich, all of which I already ate. and bath salts [for the bath, not consumption].

this isn’t what it sounds like. my vagina is fine.