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Socially awkward tattooed housewife with a love for cats, all things vintage, pretty ladies, and David Bowie.

Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

—(via psych-facts)

(via nekomarie)

antisociallysplendid:

lalagirgurl:

bluedragonkaiser:

dailylifeofadisneyfreak:

Waking up on November 1st is literally like walking through a door from Halloweentown to Christmastown

What’s this? What’s this? There’s décor everywhere. What’s this? There’s carols in the air. What’s this? I can’t believe my eyes it’s just November come on folks I mean I swear. What’s this?

I FREAKING READ IT IN JACKS VOICE 

I FUCKING SANG IT

(via swampwampa)

yungterra:

You want my phone number? It’s useless. The best way to contact me is to fill a human skull with acorns and vigorously shake it into the night. I will hear you eventually.

(via bibibutt)