There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.

Fire, walk with me.

Gracie. 19. Sleepyhead. Bookworm. Camera around my neck. Music in my ears. Movie buff. A little weird. A little crazy. Floating in space, drifting in time. Texas girl living in Rhode Island.

ghosts(s)

Limbs.
6:12 pm
tags:personal  losering since 1994  but actually  drunk  

i got ridiculously drunk on friday night and thought it’d be cool to overly enthusiastically hug and greet everyone who i recognized, and hugged this guy who i’ve never spoken to but adds me to all these facebook events, proceeded to give my number to some guy who actually texted me and i hardly remember, and proceeded to profess my love for this british guy to anyone and everyone who gave me the time of day. i then fell asleep because everything was spinning and woke up at 4am to throw up whiskey and cupcakes in the disgusting keeney bathrooms. this is why i should not be allowed to drink. 

me
“ Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating. ”
by  Libba Bray (via left-nut)

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kirathrace:

I love doing my thing while someone else is in the room doing their thing. Like if you come over and you want to sit by the window and read while I sit on the floor drawing something and listening to a cd that would be very nice.

ugh i kept thinking this today. like someone chill in my room while i do homework and occasionally talk to me and will love you 

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sinfulprayer:

☯vintage☯
perf now can i be skinny enough for this
therac00neater:

mymindchangesalot:

I TRIED SO HARD NOT TO REBLOG THIS

You’re not the only one pal.

me
seashellsandpastels:

i do. i do
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