Short days, Strange nights

I'm Kasey, a 19 year old pansexual teenager wearing skinny jeans. Shit in my face and big holes in my ears. I found myself in her. I like big and expensive things because they make me happy, I am the definition of consumerism. I take my mineral water with a lime. Clean since 20/05/13. Never going back.
Photobucket ^ This guy! ^

jalexinwonderland:

crywonk:

averytare:

man girls are gorgeous

alright this could mean one of two things

image

(via lonelyheartsclubxxx)

procrastinates:

icecream-eaterrr:

crownmalone:

nowyoukno:

Now You Know more about Ben & Jerry’s! (Source)

This sounds like a great excuse to go get some ice cream.

I LOVE ICE CREAM I LOVE BEN AND JERRY’S OMG OMG OMG

this makes me so happy

Its is in fact the greatest ice cream in the world

(via stufflikehearts)

micthemicrophone:

pettankoprincess:

the fucking look on his face tho

He wants to shatter that little fucker’s dream as much as the rest of us.

(Source: bigpapayogi, via avadakedavrathathoe)

Wow I haven’t been on tumblr in months

What have I been doing with my life?! Why they dickens did I stop in the first place?
It’s good to be home

Whelp. Suns coming up and I still can’t sleep despite all other problems going away.

blaine-anderson:

i wonder if tom hanks just writes “t hanks” in his thank you cards like it’s a message and signature all in one

(via pizza)

2k13blogger:

what if your pillow could collect your dreams and when you wake up you plug it into your computer and watch them over again

This is kind of already a thing

(Source: oknope, via pband-jelly)

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Fucking Fuck.  I fucking hate withdrawals because it’s just like ‘oh remember that bad thing that happened today,  well here’s EVERYTHING THATS EVER GONE WRONG IN YOUR LIFE. Have fun’.
Can’t sleep fucking. Been lying in bed for two hours now and I’m just becoming more awake. I’ve tried everything I know short of watching TV or staying on my phone until I just drop.

I don’t know, I’ve never had depression or any mental illness (I believe there is a more P.C. term than ‘illness’ now so hey. Hate me for it), but this has got to be close to what it feels like. To not be able to control my mood, my thoughts or really anything. Just feeling trapped in someone that isn’t me with a brain that just won’t stop telling me I’m a failure.

Why can’t I kick this shit and be done?

the-absolute-funniest-posts:

gilboz:

If Pikachu didn’t change for its partner, why should you?

This post has been featured on a 1000Notes.com blog!

The awkward moment when the first thing that pops up on tumblr is a perfect representation of exactly what is currently happening.

(Source: butt-berry)

So my new phone has this ‘beauty face’ feature…