Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
― Marjorie Celona (via thedapperproject)
She lay there dead with a suicide note that said: here’s a list of people who aren’t invited to my funeral.
― Unknown

Not eating until prom dinner. I just burned 1109 calories. I’m working out every morning before school and everyday after.

tsunamiwavesurfing:

black lipstick and black lingerie >

come through like a funeral, girl

make it known you bout to kill this dick