The life, rants, and musings of an unpublished writer.. Along with a whole lot of other shit- meaning music, YouTube, and British things. If you're from the Band Network, check out my secondary blogs page for my band blog.
my ex texted me today “you can delete my number i don’t care anymore”
and i replied “who is this”
i hope u find someone that mindlessly plays with your hands and lightly strokes your legs and massages your back and plays with your hair and i hope that u feel like you’re home when u look at them
i love it when i cook stuff for myself bc like i’ve just cooked pasta and yee bitch look at me providing for myself i could totally make it in this world it’s almost as if i have my life together
i take this back the pasta was shit i’m falling apart
my very first date didn’t go well because we were at the movie theater and in the middle of the movie the guy just swiftly stuck his hand in my bra and cupped my boob and said “my boob” and i told him that if he ever assumed he owned part of my body again i would sell his intestines on the black market. not much has changed since i was 12
except 12 year old me could you know. get a date.
Kendra Wells (via belle-de-nuit)
Well this is fucking surreal(via misandryad)