trying to make sense out of the chaos in my head
(Source: futileguest, via acohol)
I’m going to keep pretending that someone making me cum would fix all my problems
What is this place between hopeless romantic and strong independent individual
I call it the Jane Austen heroine
my toxic trait is carelessly getting dressed in front of open windows because if someone wants to look in, that’s their problem
(Source: zakazne, via all-the-daisies-in-her-hair)
sometimes i really just want to drop out of med school and go live in the rain forest
(via flhor)