Amsterdam was awesome.
Didn’t smoke weed, but was still awesome.
Just got to Paris today.
My hostel is weird.
I’m tired.
Bye.

"

I am more than: my relationship status. My job. My age. My sexual orientation. My degree or lack of. My last name. My appearance. My gender. My sex. My short comings.

I am: rusted thoughts. A bloody tongue. Every city I have breathed in. Every bedroom I have loved in. Piles of words. Twisted metaphors. My thoughts. My actions. My dreams.

And I am not looking to be loved. I am looking to be seen.

"

I Am Not | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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"I’ll marry a person who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which."

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MY blog. ME. MINE.

Hey guys! Since people are reading that should probably focus on other things, I would just like to say that I write on this blog for myself and myself only. I never advise people to go on it or read it because it’s my own personal thoughts. Things I would never say to anyone. I get it, this is the internet, but I guarantee my blog just didn’t randomly show up on your news feed. The only way you’d be able to see it is if you were lurking hard!
On the other hand, what I write isn’t what I truly think all the time. It’s just what I think in that moment. I’ve said A LOT on here and if you have read some of it and have gotten offended, I just ask that you please don’t take it too seriously. Everyone has negative thoughts once in a while, that doesn’t mean that’s what I feel deep deep down.
Anyway, you’re all good people and I’m actually very sorry I hurt your feelings/offended you.
And if you didn’t ever see this actually and you’re just mad about what happened a few weeks ago… That’s stupid, and I REALLY mean that.

  • person: i hate cats
  • me: what the fuck