“you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it”

This fucked me up (via obsessiveloserr)


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this is my favorite post on tumblr!


this is my favorite post on tumblr!

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when i die make sure my corpse has winged eyeliner


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“I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.”   Kurt Vonnegut (via thatkindofwoman)

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A dying friend once told me, ‘I wish I hadn’t spent so many Mondays wishing it were Friday. I also wish I had made better use of those Fridays, for better stories on Monday.’A Wolf’s Thoughts (via bl-ossomed)

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Can we all get together and bring back Dinner for Five?


How did a guy getting a hit in a baseball game I wasn’t watching make me emotional?

When I was 18 my mom was living in Wayne, NJ as just another stop on her position as a consultant. I went to visit her for a week. I had been out there to help her move into her new apartment, and I had done all of the typical NY tourist things (Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Empire State Building, I actually witnessed the turning off of the lights for the last time from ground zero while on the ferry back to NJ). But on this trip, we did all of the other tourist things. We saw Cabaret on Broadway, and yes we went to a Yankees game. We walked through the hall of fame. We saw Roger Clemons pitch, and Derek Jeter hit a home run that landed a few feet from us. I remember thinking that I needed to remember that moment, and I do. Needless to say, a lot has happened since that day, but I still remember that moment like yesterday. That is one of the moments that I see when I think of New York, but most importantly that is one of the moments I see when I think of my mom.  Congrats #2, and thank you.


Joan Jett, 1978


Joan Jett, 1978

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