
(Source: idontsleepbecauseof)

(Source: summerismyeverything)

yesterday it was 80 degrees. today it’s 50 degrees.

my weekends are all lost in the weed smoke
(Source: thekissingvirgin)

(Source: effinyou)

I’m trying to smile at strangers. Instinct tells me to look away at the foreign eye contact. Even though the red horned cravings taunt for the scarlet rush, I’m trying to stay social. N invites me to another famous beer bash of his, I’ll join and hopefully forget who or what I am.

Panther eyes, scanning me. I’m the floral dressed, the pink lipped. A.C positions his frame against mine, its rugged and sends signals of goosebumps along my arms. Numbers exchanged. Then one of my dolls tells me he has a girlfriend. Poor girl, scribbling his name on her binder, believing that she was enough.