My name is Sally and I’m 21 years old. I live in Richmond, Virginia and attend VCU. I like sleeping, eating, cats, teeth, watching movies, my nikon d500, incense, alcohol, candles, bubble-tea, dying my half shaved head, juicing, laying out and being tan, shopping, fisheye, river adventures, Manda Sesko, family, carbohydrates, cuddle puddles, pills, partyin' hard, Conor Oberst, my kindle, pottery, sweet tea, feminism, summer, smoking crack, worshiping Satan, juicing, loungin' all day long, iced coffee, JEEPLIFE, getting by, and other crazy stuff you don't even know about. Comfortably numb. Stressed, depressed, but well dressed.
I’m telling myself that since I never even expected or knowingly wanted things to go this far, that since they have it’s okay and is not a problem. Will this fuck me up? Well come on, chances are it will leave me in a heap on the bathroom floor. I’m just living day by day and when have I ever done that? I’ve spent my whole life punishing myself over the past and expecting atomic bombs in my future. I’m just going to let this happen naturally. I’m not going to stress it. I don’t know the future, I only know now, and now seems to be okay, let it fucking be. How did this even happen anyways?
2:55 am • 6 December 2013
“A man dumps the body of a girl in a ditch. The body rots, melts into slime. Flowers pop up where the body lies, seeds fly out of the flowers, and a bee sucks the flowers and makes honey. And the family of the girl buys the honey from the store, and the family eats the girl.”
— Tracey Berkowitz (via moonbrains)
11:02 am • 19 November 2013 • 13,375 notes