adventures in 5 am drinking

GTO cocktail feat. Momo the cat 8 hours ago / 7 notes

vodka is the true king of alcohol

mix that shit with orange juice

9 hours ago / 11 notes
12 hours ago

boobs

12 hours ago / 0 notes / Source
I WANT A BLOWJOB
12 hours ago / 3 notes

moscato for thje girls and gin for the men

but gin is grss whho the fuck decided on gin

12 hours ago / 3 notes

two dirnk people cant have sex that woukd be so hard

12 hours ago / 2 notes
let’s get wriggedy wriggedy wrecked son 17 hours ago / 6 notes

okay so I’ve been in and out of school for the past two years

and now I’m actually going back to fucking study in the fall

let me tell you

education is a blessing

I am so excited to go to uni again

I’m going to study in the law library because no one goes there and just

read books and smoke cigarettes or something idk

(my ecig because you know, the eternal struggle to quit)

1 day ago / 15 notes
is this art
no it’s bad life choices 1 day ago / 9 notes

yo sleepy girls waking up in your bed and making weird waking up noises is why I continue living

1 day ago / 16 notes
burn hot, burn out.

I’ve grown tired of passion
flaring with only the slightest
breath of air, stoking the flames
with shallow, greedy gasps—

burn my hands and then burn out;
that is the destiny of you and me.

let’s stop thinking of love like a fire
and start seeing it as crimson fate;
your veins have tangled themselves
into the world I weaved called life—

we never needed to scorch the sky;
just stay and keep hearts beating.

2 days ago / 25 notes
3 days ago 3 days ago / 1 note / Source
you of all people.

inspiration is hard to come by—

not like a lighter or some change
by chance, pulling out a dream
after rummaging in my pockets

words cut my lips now, cracked
windwhipped and bleeding onto
the filter of a smoldering cigarette

sighing smoke signals, sign language
for those who wish to keep quiet
and their heads bowed low

while everyone stares at my hands
asking me what tragedy befell them
as to make them not weave songs

the nicotine doesn’t feel good anymore
and the nights don’t stretch languidly
across the sky until the sunrise

the highs are fleeting and
the emotions are careful,
light steps on thin ice

words don’t taste the same
when fed to me with
a different tongue

and times are rough;
you should understand

inspiration is hard to come by

3 days ago / 26 notes