#mckennacore

when I'm on my deathbed im going to queue like 15,000 posts from the perspective of someone who's dead and in hell so that the blogging never ends

I can’t wait to grow into my thirties and forties accumulating blankets, quilts, knits, shawls, curtains and cloth. There will be closets and wooden chests full of dried herbs, flowers, and the blankets that I have collected from artists and friends. I will make quilts and knits for those I love and learn how to make the thickest wool socks for the cold feet of all of my friends. The walls will be covered with saved prints and drawings from the talented people around me and pinned clippings of recipes found over the years.

I WANT SOMETHING!!!!!

just remembered the lyric ‘too impaired by my youth to know what to do’ and got physically nauseous

the detached brutality of all these “women need to have more babies” thinkpieces man

split your body wide open for the stock market

Dont worry everyone. I'll freak out on all of our behalves

to be completely honest *starts lying

not listening to one direction for a while and then listening to one direction again is like drugs. it’s like every drug. all the drugs. i am high as fuck off that 1D pack at 8:39am in my cubicle.