A Collection of Our Lives The musings of a twenty-something-year-old cat lady as she tries to navigate her way through adulthood.
"I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one: I’m going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it."

- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

I’m thinking about coming to an end with this blog. Though I love having a place to vent, I think it’s also an easy place for me to find a mindset to self-destruct. I can’t keep feeding into this self-negativity, because I’m afraid of what I’m capable of doing to myself. And there’s too many things that I still want to do, so I can’t continue to do what I’ve been doing. I can’t hide anymore, and I think it’s about time that I stopped lying to myself.

9/12 23:16 - 1 note
I smoked a bowl and drank two glasses of wine and I am fucked up enough to be happy with how I look. So pretty fucked up. But still. Big day for all of us.

I smoked a bowl and drank two glasses of wine and I am fucked up enough to be happy with how I look. So pretty fucked up. But still. Big day for all of us.

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9/12 19:23 - 1000drawings - 2 744 notes
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"Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."

- J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via bookmania)

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