"Pull down to refresh." -twitter and pants

the shit i put myself through to satisfy my bad habits.

and a xanax for you and a xanax for you and a xanax for you LET'S CHILL THE FUCK OUT

Go ahead and be like everyone else. See if I care.

I want to eliminate all my social fears by lying in bed on my stomach for the rest of my life.

stop seducing me, cigarettes hanging from other people's mouths in b&w photographs!

feels good to have people out to get me again, that's love.

Male coworker: "you look creepy when you sit alone in your car in the middle of working hours."

Wearing my thermal underwear to bed because when "sexy" knocks on your door you fucking answer it.

I don't want to follow you back if you're not gay, extremely talented, or slightly neurotic. Bye.

Men, stop tweeting random romantic shit. I know you're lying. I'm watching you.

Have done nothing all day but suffer panic attacks in front of the internet.

With hair parted, curled at the tips, circular shades on, she looked in the rear view mirror & found John Lennon. She changed her hairstyle.

I'm kinda calm that if I choke someone right now I won't press very hard.

I tiptoe around madness and I fall in every time.

"A girl always looked more beautiful and fragile when she was about to have a nervous breakdown." -Andy Warhol

Don't even tempt me to put my Clark Kent clothes back on.

Also girls, stop. Everything. I'm on to you.

self-acceptance is staring willingly at your flaws in the mirror in a very sun-lit room.

If anyone knows how I could get rid of this twitter virus I will give them a kiss on the lips.