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MY NAME IS ALICE

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02.21.14 - {9:50 am}
The pills don’t work.
I’m tired.
I’m angry.
Is it the pills?
Is it me?
Am I mad I have to take them?
I want to sleep forever.
Do I want to die?
Often. Often I think about it. Maybe not often. I don’t know. I can’t seem to recall any good memories I’ve had.
I’m looking.
I’m hunting.
It won’t work.
I’m angry.
I won’t cooperate with myself.
I found a good memory; but, I got angry. — dinostacheloverr. (via pandemonicmind)
July 21st
1:12pm
July 20th
8:37am
L

I can’t get you out of my hea(rt)d

Women should dress for themselves, and eventually for other women, and only then maybe also for a handful of men. But they must step out of this outrageously sexed-up hell of signifiers; if they don’t, this junk will make them lose their self-respect. I advocate understatement. Search for subtlety, dare to pass as someone reserved, refuse the stereotypes of sexiness. That way, you will spread fever only where it deserves to be. —

Jean Touitou of APC on why unsexy, understated fashion feels fresh via The Guardian

(via adieu-tristesse)

April 2nd
4:07pm
to everyone who has ever met me, this is relevant

plenilune:

how to make friend not sad

  • tell joke?
  • give thing?
  • follow them around mumbling YOUR HAIR IS PRETTY YOU SMELL NICE YOU’RE GOOD AT STUFF?
  • say I LOVE YOU at random time repeatedly?
  • stare at them until the sad falls off?

I DON’T GET THIS HOW DOES IT WORK I’M SORRY

(via squid-ears)

March 21st
4:00pm
February 4th
12:00am

PICK UP YOUR FUCKING FEET WHEN YOU WALK

DON’T CHEW GUM

This PSA brought to you by my insane pet peeves