Sierra

sneaky brown noser with a hidden agenda

  • *looking at my legs*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my stomach*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my arms*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my face*: Oh my god why
  • *trying to exercise*: Oh my god why
  • *eating shitty food*: Oh my god why
  • *weighing myself*: Oh my god why
  • *looking at my life*: Oh my god why
  • looking at my music taste: cool man

me when i listen to alt-j

  • me: damn this is so fucking good
  • me: what the fuck is he saying

“You are not a graveyard.
Stop opening your arms
to those who are only
looking for a place to
rest their tired bones.”

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

myheartonlybeatsforyou:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

Fuck. This scene took my fucking heart out. I died. I cried so hard in the theater. I fucked up my mascara and eyeliner. I went home and got really drunk with my roommates just so I couldn’t feel anything for the rest of the day.