You know your life is a black hole when you don’t even have time for Tumblr. Fml
Five days clean. Should I do it? Should I relapse?
I can’t stop thinking about it.
Alcohol.Alcohol.Alcohol.Alcohol.
I think I’m going to pass out again.
(Source: ISpeakTrue)
I don’t know why people try so hard—none of this is gonna matter when we’re dead.
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the awkward moment when a guy rips off your pants before you can stop him, and you have the word FAT carved into the side of your leg.
Fml.
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