Never anyone’s woman crush Wednesday :-/

tasnimsmentalroadtrip:

All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary
All of this is temporary


Today’s festivities part two: Ryan’s learning about sharing today (aka sharing the chair with my feet)

b0neyknees


Today’s festivities.

I told my dad that I changed my mind about marine biology. He didn’t seem to mind it. He just wants me to find something that I could use to support myself. At first I was iffy about going to school for art because I didn’t want to make it too much of a job to where I wouldn’t enjoy it but I really fucking enjoy it & I really want to do it. So looks like I’m going to have to see what my week looks like next week & go see my advisor about what to do.

I’ve also decided against going to the thrift store because I really need to crack down & start saving money & adopt the mindset that if I don’t need it, I shouldn’t buy it.

Hashtag growing up.

rip-homegirl:

i just wanna go on road trips and make out

Home alone this upcoming weekend, whoo.


atraversso:

Night View by Takashi Kitajima

(Source: ATRAVERSSO)

Anonymous asked:
Dear person I like

I didn’t even post a thing!

Ugh, dear person I like, you’re killing me.

Anonymous asked:
Dear ex boyfriend

I didn’t even post a thing for that but okay, you asked for it.

Dear ex boyfriend, I don’t check up on you anymore. I’m assuming you’re doing alright. You fucked me up in more ways than one, both good & bad. You can make me out to be the bad guy in all this if that’s what you wish but it had to be done. It’s been a couple months & I don’t think about you anymore, I don’t think about us anymore. Songs don’t make me cry anymore, memories don’t give me goosebumps, nothing reminds me of you. I guess that’s what folks call moving on. I’m sure it’ll be a while until I find something like we had but part of me hopes I don’t. We were unique but we were also severely fucked up & neither one of us wanted to see it until the dust cleared. I’ll always remember my 15-year-old self before I got involved with you & I’ll also remember your 18-year-old self before you let the world get the best of you. I wish you the best of luck in everything you do & I hope you find your way. I hope this doesn’t give you the urge to call me. It was fun, thanks for showing me the do’s & dont’s in a relationship (not being a sarcastic bitch I’m being serious) & thank you for showing me what I deserve & even what you deserve.