I’m not that kind of girl.
(Source: superpretty, via fafra)
I’m not that kind of girl.
(Source: superpretty, via fafra)

I can recite this movie. This is how I talk to my mom sometimes. oh, it’s so funny.
(Source: wordsandlyrics, via camieanderson)
This looks like my cousin McKenzie. Congratulations McKenzie & Eric on bringing William Blake into the world.

(Source: h-e-r-o-i-n, via pitchblackglow)

(Source: babybuddhas)
It’s your fucking life. Your only life!
I don’t know how to articulate this. Don’t you dare be a doctor or settle in your life because of someone else, like parents, or because of security. Nothing is guaranteed.
Be poor. Be dirty. Be lost. Be terrified. You can’t predict anything. You have zero control. All you can do is try to be prepared. Fuck pleasing others.
When you’re going to sleep, contemplating your fears, when you’re walking down the block, airing out your apprehensions, when you’re daydreaming about your wedding, when you’re crying at night- don’t you ever forget- those are your fears, apprehensions, wedding, & tears.
(via cameronfryesdayoff)

Road trip?
(via -dearfriend)
This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
When you tell a fucking orphan you don’t love ‘em ‘til they heart thin
Starve her ‘til I carve her
then I shove her in the Rover
Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson’s disorder
(via huffn-puff)