February 2011
53 posts
January 2011
64 posts
every minute
that goes by and my landlord does not call me back about my broken toliet flooding into my shower, the more I feel like going to their door pounding on it and throwing my bedding at them saying im sleeping up here tonight and your not charging me for full rent because I cannot live in flith, and deal with your irresponsibility anymore.
ps can you fucking fix my closet door too? kthnksbye.
let me...
not going to coachella is the new going to coachella circa 2002.
Life’s so much bigger than just loving someone.
– Kazuo Ishiguro, Nocturnes (via idiotequed)
crucify the insincere tonight.
guns don’t kill people. I do.
– anonymous.