Drew a version of this a while ago for my psychology teacher to hang in his classroom. The way people so often misinterpret legitimate mental disorders is probably one of my biggest pet peeves.
(via libertyisalie)
i wanna dress like a post-apocalyptic rebel leader who beheads her enemies while taking shots of whiskey but then again i also want to dress like a very feminine little girl that frolics through fields of lovely flowers,
my struggle is real
(via tara-senpai)
Look, if you nicely tell me that swearing makes you uncomfortable and you politely ask me not to, I will stop immediately and speak nicer than a nun.
But if you start acting like you’re on some fucking high horse, or telling me that I’m going to Hell for talking the way that I do and you can’t “be around that kind of language” then you can bet your motherfuckin’ ass that I’ll be fucking cussing like a cunt-fuckin’ sailor you maggot-ridden piece of dick.
(via zombiehhh)
lay nudes at my gravestone, not flowers. flowers will wither away, but a bomb ass booty is forever
(via khorneberzerker)
breakfastkingdompubliclibrary:
This whole scene was really wonderfully paced and unsettling.
(Source: talltyrion, via tara-senpai)
“I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.” - Henry Rollins
(Source: stupidstagram, via zombiehhh)
