I'm a twenty-one year old fatty bratty femme queer poly aquarian feminist killjoy with an adventurous mind and a vulnerable heart. I love to drive, write, smoke weed and drink root beer. briana//21//atlanta

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🌻I saw water. I said I wanted to break my friends, but my dependency won’t let me away. I’d like to think that I can work it out some, but I want to be put in the ground.
🌻Today I needed a break, my friends are up in mountains and I am drowning in lakes. I swallowed water right in front of her face, just to show that she had nothing to say. (at Grant Park) 

🌻I saw water. I said I wanted to break my friends, but my dependency won’t let me away. I’d like to think that I can work it out some, but I want to be put in the ground.

🌻Today I needed a break, my friends are up in mountains and I am drowning in lakes. I swallowed water right in front of her face, just to show that she had nothing to say. (at Grant Park) 

punk nite (at Mary’s)

punk nite (at Mary’s)

Tired of feeling and looking sick, good thing I have control over one of those things! #flu2014

Tired of feeling and looking sick, good thing I have control over one of those things! #flu2014

This rain is boo boo ☔️💦💧 #self

This rain is boo boo ☔️💦💧 #self

Going through my self folder, feeling ridiculously nostalgic.

I am ugly tired half-asleep on my dog.

I am ugly tired half-asleep on my dog.

I super duper hate putting my face on at 11 pm, just for my plans to fall through. Especially when I got my hopes up for them, so here’s a fucking fed-up selfie.

I super duper hate putting my face on at 11 pm, just for my plans to fall through. Especially when I got my hopes up for them, so here’s a fucking fed-up selfie.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep

I need to order my smoothie king. I’m at the fucking club right now.
written by Some bitch. (via puffsawaynoregrets)
puffsawaynoregrets:

In serious pain.

god dammit 

puffsawaynoregrets:

In serious pain.

god dammit 

one of those nights

one of those nights

~nightly toke~
not givin a fuck bout you dusty hoez

~nightly toke~

not givin a fuck bout you dusty hoez

nightly toke

nightly toke

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🔚

Take me back to this night. Before I ever got myself in over my head. 
Happy new year.