I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
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I’m not anyone’s first choice. I’m not anyone’s favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I’m special to them but I know there’s someone they will always choose over me.
Isnt that the magic school bus teacher?
Yes :D
I don’t like that she has a bush. Wax that shit.
Look! I’m a poet!
My mind is a maze of things that all ultimately leads back to the same underlying anxieties, as though it once ran smoothly and there were many different exits to the maze then overnight, what seems like a lifetime ago, it’s as though my mind was poisoned, the different exits were blocked. Not…
humanpoetry asked: What goes on in your mind and how does it work?
My mind is a maze of things that all ultimately leads back to the same underlying anxieties, as though it once ran smoothly and there were many different exits to the maze then overnight, what seems like a lifetime ago,it’s as though my mind was poisoned, the different exits were blocked. Not content with what it has, but too erratic to be willing to achieve more, my mind is restless and perturbed by the thoughts that plague it, held back by an intrinsic need not to be abandoned by the few things and peoples that it cares deeply for.
Face time with perth loves. No makeup. Fish face (Taken with instagram)
when I eventually kill myself due to not wanting to get old it will definately be while listening to beethovens moonlight sonata
One of my favourite pieces of music ever.
Cunnilingus appreciation post.
Like, fuck me dead.