I am so ADD. I sit in my room and fail at watching TV. 

I am incapable of leaving anything be. 

So I push things until there is nothing more to see. 

I frequently write bad poetry. 

As an outlet I guess. My own little punishment. 

Written just for me. 

I should probably quite writing right about now. 

But if I’m honest with myself. I wouldn’t know how. 

make-up-is-an-art:

Arti-Tech Trend AW/2012

This is so bad ass 

(via editio-n)

WHO’S IS THIS? I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THIS DESIGNER IS. 

(Source: heavenslake, via editio-n)

peace-love-and-psychedelia:

Edie Sedgwick

(via cotidie--morimur)

SO IN THE COMICS she’s falling off a bridge and he catches her to try to save her with his spider web, but her body is forced into an unnatural position and she snaps her neck. And as he’s reeling her body back, he’s still making wise-cracks about how much he loves his powers at the moment, because he saved her. And then he realises that she’s dead.

(via norwayhudson)

(Source: blanchetts, via hurricane--drunk)

(via hurricane--drunk)

(Source: makemestfu, via i-think-im-sluffing)

the rugrats were so fucked up. 

(Source: sansastone, via hurricane--drunk)

(via cat--princess)