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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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“I suppose it’s a comfort, perhaps a sense of self control, doing worse damage to yourself than the world will ever inflict.”
— Chuck Palahniuk(via letsfallintothesky)
(Source: theselittlewondersstillremain, via letsfallintotheabyss)
“The peculiar striations that define someone’s personality are too numerous to know, no matter how close the observer. A person we think we know can suddenly become someone else when previously hidden strands of his character are called to the fore by circumstance.”
— Seven Types of Ambiguity by Elliot Perlman (via thechocolatebrigade)
“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.”
— Lemony Snicket (via thechocolatebrigade)
