The best kind of alcohol is a lot.
*txts back 20 days later & picks up the conversation where we left off as if no time has passed and without an excuse*
|—||The War Boys, 2009 (via densely)|
I want to throw up.
I want to make out with you.
I want to slam my head into the pavement.
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”
"a career" "financial security" "a sex life" "tuition for grad school" "alcohol" "a nap" "socks would be nice"