Be one, be none, be all.
Aum *TRIGGERWARNING*

I like yellow. My middle name is Rae. Think of it as a ray of sunshine. I am a college senior(finally) in psychology, and I tend to mess everything up. I am not perfect. Once we're friends, you can't get rid of me. Sorry.

My senior prophecy was to burn down a library. I currently work in one. Who knows what the future holds. I drink, I smoke and I like my drugs. Spontaneity, I live off of. I daydream.

If I could bottle the smell of a musty basement, and smell it all day, I would.

I cannot wait to travel one day. Anywhere.

I have much life left, or so I hope. If depressed hippies exist, I am one. I'm also very friendly, talk to me.

I am incredibly depressed, suicidal and I have very fucked up eating habits. Current cutter, burner, (I'm working on this).


eatyourpie:

I’d give anything to be skinny.

(via them0stbeautifulbitterfruit)

"The joy of a psychedelic is when you have the balls to go into the darkness and all of a sudden you realize that darkness was a complete illusion. All the darkness and negativity and spooky shit and guilt and fear and crap you thought was inside you, and all the bad things you thought you’ve done, and all the things you feel terrible about secretly…you realize that’s nothing. İt’s an illusion. The universe loves you, you are completely embraced by the entire universe. You are an incremental part of the functioning of the cosmos. You are an incredible, wonderful, perfect fucking thing. And when you get a glimpse of that, it’s the greatest feeling ever. Because you’re healed. Because that’s what true healing is, man. True healing is realizing you were never sick in the first place. True healing is realizing you just had a little bit of dust on the windshield man…you brush it off you know..that’s all, man."
- Duncan Trussell  (via shantiwinds)

(Source: dandelionwoots, via beauty-in-the-bizarre)

Also, I haven’t seen this many VW’s ever. I love it.

I wish I looked as sick as I feel.

I keep seeing these couples and I’m all “aweee”. I miss being cute and coupley. And by that, I don’t necessarily mean super pda stuff, just little things like hand holding and little kiss pecks and stuff. Little signs of adoration, ya know.

5-ghosts:

whoever reblogs this, I will be putting your URL on a piece of paper and sticking it into a jar, and over the summer, I will be scattering them everywhere I travel to, have fun x 

(via jolie-esprit)