cocobeef:

LOOKIN CUTE IN THE MIRROR LIKE

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THEN IN THE PHOTO I’M ALL LIKE

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HACHACHACHA GIMME YOUR FIRSTBORN

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Sylvia Plath (via noteclue)
Why not?

J’ai pas l’argent, j’ai pas d’outfit.
J’arrive pas à me mettre dans tête de faire de quoi avec ce que j’ai… genre pour moi ça serait un half-assed outfit .__.

trappedbones:

my anxiety gets 700% worse when someone says “can i talk to you”

Coming to a term I won’t be able to assist to the biggest gothic lolita event in Quebec this year.

Oops. I might, or might not have deleted my Facebook.

I really need to go see that dietitian my Doc told me about…

Sometimes I just think too much and then it brings me to painful questions…

Was it a good idea to go back to school?
Did I choose the right field?
What do I want to do after school’s over?
Will I continue makeup?
Do I want to invest more time/money in makeup?
Should I try and push my drawing style?
Should I just give up because it ain’t worth shit?
Do I just go back to testing game?

All I want, is to be a mysterious girl, in a hipster coffee, with her laptop blogging about stuff…



I don’t hear you over how sad I am and how loud my Biffy Clyro is.