trying to find a balance

Write drunk, edit sober.

Ernest Hemingway (via nudelip)

(Source: showslow)

(Source: maldigente)

Things I Say While I'm Driving

Me:
What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
Me:
NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
Me:
Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
Me:
I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
Me:
Shit is that a cop? No.
Me:
Shit THAT is a cop.
Me:
/dinosaur screams/
Opportunity follows struggle. It follows effort. It follows hard work. It doesn’t come before.

(via sprinks)

(Source: thedailypozitive)

Me at the end of my workday:

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claudiagray:

Sometimes the greatest sarcasm is wasted. 

(Source: brittapperry)

itsgayerinenochian:

satans-ghost:

Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.

the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

(Source: mingdliu)

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