tress-fess:

it is very hard to write cover letters or make plans for the future or, like, wear clean tights, when you are actually not a human being but really are just a shapeless non-sentient mass of angst and nail polish and boy band lyrics.

Same.

(Source: tandess, via lisafrankocean)

Do you ever wish your text messages were saved by category? Like, “texts sent during my high-on-ambien era”. Or “texts sent after 4 drinks”.¬† I’d like to relive those moments.

Really dude? A baguette AND a cucumber? I think he might be trying to say something…but I can’t really put my finger on it….

Really dude? A baguette AND a cucumber? I think he might be trying to say something…but I can’t really put my finger on it….

Will someone bring me a mountain dew Baja blast? But like, it has to be from a fountain and preferably I would like the whole fountain oh and also the taco bell it came in.

All alone in Selnau.

All alone in Selnau.

I guess you’ve never really lived until you’ve taken a nap in a utility closet with a bag of potato chips after one too many tequila shots.

Up side: free drinks all night from my bartender boyfriend. 

Down side: Swiss people listening to Limp Bizkit like its cool.

Up side: free drinks all night from my bartender boyfriend.

Down side: Swiss people listening to Limp Bizkit like its cool.

Hangover ombré pancakes.

Hangover ombré pancakes.

I’m so hungry I think I’m actually gonna cry. Also, I’m stuck on a fucking train to the airport and there is a burger waiting for me to eat it, at home. Life fucking sucks.

IS THERE A REASON

WHY MY SWISS LANDLADY REFUSES TO KNOCK WHEN SHE ENTERS MY APARTMENT!?

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY