Trill Young (Taken with instagram)
Trill Young (Taken with instagram)
“Esther, Amy e Violet” photographed by Perry Ogden for Vogue Italia May 1997.
(via shankill-butchers)
(Source: black-leather, via antinomy)
Cuties. (Taken with instagram)
Graduation Day. #hathair (Taken with instagram)
It’s so deep and jagged. #lol (Taken with instagram)
#leftovers (Taken with instagram)
Wtf happened. #bloodyjeans (Taken with instagram)
Falling in creeks n shit @djsapp49000 @corbinlane (Taken with instagram)
@djsapp49000 likes family dinners (Taken with instagram)
#lol when the fuck was this taken yesterday. @corbinlane (Taken with instagram)
#prom @lrburnip @corbinlane @djsapp49000 (Taken with instagram)
@d_harvs do you want to go to the river and eat 5 boxes of bomb pops with me this week? Lolol (Taken with instagram)
Some nights are so relaxing. Just being out and about drinking and smoking with my close friends, no care beyond what we are currently doing. And then when I get home alone it just seems as though a semi truck slams into my brain and convinces me that nothing will ever be okay. That nothing ever has been, and that the best times of my less than significant life will be the greatest and most endearing to come. I can make myself completely numb to all emotion except for this, and that is a scary thing. Because when the only feeling you have to feel is being lost, without a reason, is the scariest and darkest place you can go to. And all you want to do is leave. Run away. I want to run away as fast as I can. And only turn around to see myself behind me. If you know what I mean by that, you’re the reason I’m living. Which is ironic because of what I mean by it.