TreesWithoutLeaves

call this my crafting and fashion inspiration clipboard. boho-rock?

garethfowler:

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Makes me think of LCD Sounsystem

garethfowler:

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Makes me think of LCD Sounsystem

— 6 months ago with 7745 notes
#photo 

Just deleted my old bitching/ranting/personal blog, hence all the writing reblogs.

Apologies, but it was time to get rid of that negative platform. Just wanted to keep a record of the shit i wrote somewhere, even if it’s only mildly relevant today.

Peace!

— 6 months ago
#personal 

whats-innit-for-me:

This child is motherfucking everything.

Is it okay to be jealous of a 10 year old..?

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— 6 months ago with 10 notes
#dance  #kaycee rice 


Me
[by: Julie Martinez]

Me

[by: Julie Martinez]

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— 6 months ago with 331351 notes
#photo 

whats-innit-for-me:

It’s really funny how I’ve barely written anything for a year yet I have barely changed at all.

In China, hating Chinese. Fat, feeling gross. Always bitching about others, people I love and people I’m losing. My mental state, unbalanced and inconsolable as hell. 

BUT HERE’S ONE TO ADD TO THE EQUATION. LET’S BITCH ABOUT OUR FUTURES AND CAREERS, SHALL WE??

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— 6 months ago with 1 note
#me  #personal 

whats-innit-for-me:

This dry tampon is KILLING ME.

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— 6 months ago with 1 note
#me  #personal  #tampon  #female probs 

whats-innit-for-me:

WHY HAVE YOU CHANGED SO MUCH

WHY

WHY DO I NOT EVEN KNOW YOU OR GET YOU OR UNDERSTAND YOU

WHAT THE FUCK HAS ACTUALLY HAPPENED.

bring my bestest friend in the whole wide world back. I miss her way, way too much :(

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— 6 months ago with 1 note
#me  #personal  #missing someone who's still there  #change  #friends  #friends aren't forever 
whats-innit-for-me:

Me. food everywhere, probably smelling like shit, scratching mah pits.

whats-innit-for-me:

Me. food everywhere, probably smelling like shit, scratching mah pits.


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— 6 months ago with 1796 notes
#photo 
I cant keep doing this. I cant.

whats-innit-for-me:

i literally just bought too much

this weekend in london i like dropped a horrific 60 pounds at the zara sales

then like another 25 on a pair of pants

then like yesterday i found the cutest blazer and boots online

and just before going to sleep i scored an insane pair of creepers.

i cant afford to do this what the fuck is going on oh my god i need to WORK.

I have so much work for tuesday and it NEEDS to be done because i fly home on wednesday for a week of excruciating PAIN, joy of all joys. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck i need to work NOW bye.

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— 6 months ago with 1 note
#me  #personal  #help  #shopping  #no money  #clothes  #addiction  #need serious help  #i am such a freak holy shit  #whats happening to me  #i never used to be like this 
ch0lera:

gang life by Robert Yager
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ch0lera:

gang life by Robert Yager

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— 6 months ago with 7 notes
#photo 

whats-innit-for-me:

ugh why do I feel so fat and flabby. whyyy I mean I know I am, I cant even fit into my new shorts I bought all of, um, 4 weeks ago? damn. i really need to get a grip with my eating and lack of exercise, this is getting out of control. did i like skip the life lesson on compulsions and shit, i mean jesus stop EATING.

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— 6 months ago with 1 note
#me  #personal  #food  #fat  #the usual girl shit  #thanks tumblr 
XXIII/VII/MMXII

whats-innit-for-me:

Fuck it you guys. it’s just time to admit it.
I’M DEPRESSED AGAIN. ok?
And I mean, I don’t know, I guess there’s different forms of depression cos it’s not like the oh-my-god-i’m-clutching-at-the-walls-of-my-stomach-to-get-away-from-my-brain kind of thing, it’s more like a dull, slow, monotonous, dreary, constant thud on my chest. I’m not trying to sound like i’m drowning or anything. I just, I can’t actually handle being alone.
I’m actually just. Not capable of doing it. And there was a time I could, I swear to god. I’d just be alone, reading, thinking, talking to the voices in my head, laughing at my own absurdities. And now it’s all frightening. I’ve done that part. I don’t need to anymore. I, I just want closeness. I need people around me.
I’ve sung the pity party enough times. i don’t need to repeat it again.
My family wont come visit me. My best friend is on the other end of the planet. My boyfriend can have a good time without me. I hate my university life. What the fuck am I doing.
But I mean, it sort of helps me to say this again and again. I’m sorry. It may be sad and selfish but fuck it. So what? Maybe I want to feel alone, when that’s all I really am. I need to stop deluding myself that being on my own is ‘healing time’. That’s bullshit. I just mope.
Why?
Because I want to.
It’s a comfort, I guess.
But just, don’t judge me, ok? Nobody. Don’t. Because I hate myself enough as it is, I don’t need anyone, not you, not my friends, not my parents, not anyone to judge me more so than I do myself. I literally, (ACTUALLY), suck at everything. EXCEPT, pretending to be good at stuff. Ironic right? But if anyone ever actually looked deep enough beyond my Billy Punk surface they’d probably actually be shocked. Because yeah, sorry, I can fake it pretty damn good.
All of it.
And like, it sucks.

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— 6 months ago with 1 note
#me  #personal  #whatever  #rambles  #lonely  #as usual  #oops