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rachel.
03/28/93: the day i showed up to wreak havoc. ;)
ball state, the party school.
veggie for about 4 years.
there's really not much more than corn in indiana.
depending on my mood, you might get lucky and see the ramblings of another girl in her first year of college.
i like new friends.
i'll figure out who i am and what i really want eventually.
for now, just let me have fun.

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paigeleighs:

the kid :’)
actually crying

paigeleighs:

the kid :’)

actually crying

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  • Male cashier with multiple tattoos (two of them are colored in with rainbow): How are you this evening?
  • Me: Pretty good. Starving, obviously. How are you?
  • Cashier: Not bad. I can't wait to get off my shift and get home to my boyfriend.
  • Woman behind me: Wait, you're gay?
  • Cashier: Yeah. . . ?
  • Woman: That's a shame.
  • Me: Why?
  • Woman: He seemed like such a wonderful man, it's a shame he's gay.
  • Cashier: Why is it a shame?
  • Woman: It's wrong! It's immoral, it's dis-
  • Me: Excuse me, but what's it to you if he's gay?
  • Woman: It's offensive!
  • Me: But how does it affect you?
  • Woman: What?
  • Me: Where exactly does it start to make sense that it affects you? A relationship is between 2 people, not 3.
  • Woman: *sputters a bit, then leaves without her food*
  • Cashier: . . . Wow, thank you.
  • Me: Ignorant people are the reason I claim to be allergic to the human race.

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elainaraquel:

elainaraquel:

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and you’re so brilliant when you’re sober

and you’re so brilliant when you’re sober

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and i like walking in the rain when it’s warm
and thunders okay, when it’s far away
so i like today.

that you don’t give a single shit.
not a flying fuck.

i really think it would be hard for you to care much less about me, from what i can tell.
i so badly wanted to prove myself to you. and yet, i think the reason you made it seem like you had left that door open was for your own ulterior motives.

i think there’s a chance that there is only one god damn thing you care about.

and that thing is you.