The Blog of a Mindful Being.
Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?
In a Past Life I was most likely a Poet or a Fool.
Y.Z (via rustyvoices)
the bridesmaid (to the waiter)
when i laugh at things on the internet i dont even laugh i just blow more air out of my nose than usual
this post makes me so angry because you know what i did upon reading it
blew more fucking air out of my nose than usual
I DID THAT WHEN I READ THE FUCKING SECOND THING
My roommate and I are really sick and we look like shit, but we were hungry so we ordered pizza.
But we didn’t want anyone to see us, so we asked them over the phone if we can leave the money on the door and they can just drop off the pizza.
The guy said sure.
So we decided to leave a nice little note
and we hung it above the door bell. I hope they like it!
most girls: hair done up really cute, lots of makeup, designer clothes, hipster blog, thigh gap
me: no hair, glasses, scary beard, button up shirts and porkpie hat, cooks meth to provide for my family. i am the danger. i am the one who knocks