(by sloomyhead)
My name is Sally and I’m 20 years old. I like sleeping, eating, cats, teeth, watching movies, nikon d500, serial killers, candles, bubble-tea, being bleach blonde, juicing, laying out and being tan, shopping, fisheye, river adventures, Manda Sesko, family, carbohydrates, cuddle puddles, pills, partyin' hard, Conor Oberst, my kindle, pottery, green tea, feminism, summer, smoking crack, worshiping Satan, juicing, loungin' all day long, coffee, JEEPLIFE, getting by, and other crazy stuff you don't even know about. Comfortably numb. Stressed, depressed, but well dressed.
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- Turned 21 an hour and eight minutes ago
- Got a new iPhone and left all the photos and text messages and memories from my previous one in the past
- Shopping for apartments and stuff to put in it tomorrow
- You can’t make somebody love you, even if they used to, and it has to be at the right time and sometimes it’s not
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”
— Louise Flory (via calloway)
(Source: larmoyante, via calloway)
