a simple recipe for last night’s shenanigans -

you will need: vodka, tequila, jack daniels, midori, illegal substances, your best mate, an eighteenth birthday party, three cute boys and a crazy russian family.

directions: drink all of the alcohol with your best mate. now that your pissed, head out to an eighteenth in an industrial area with bouncy floors and an empty dance floor. remember you’re an idiot and don’t smoke the illegal substances before you leave, this will make it harder for you to put up with retards. encourage all patrons at said eighteenth to drink by singling them all out as pussies, pointing is necessary. find someone as old as your little sister and proceed to makeout with them on the dance floor. leave the eighteenth obviously as a mad cunt and arrive home safely only to get out of the car and completely annihilate your knee. round up your best mates family for some karaoke and be forced to sing neil diamond even after you’ve made it clear you know none of his songs. grab your best mate and her mum and get them to force you to sing drunk in front of everyone. you will obviously sound amazing singing drunk. encourage your best mate to bring the boys over because you haven’t had sex in like two months and because, yep, you’re still drunk. sing nursery rhymes with someone that thinks wearing a hat at night deems him a sick lad. say goodnight to your best mate and allow sick lad and river pheonix’s doppleganger to take you home. sit in the back seat with river and proceed to hit almost every base all the way home.
arrive home to find your other best mate in your brother’s bed watching movies. because you’re still drunk, you don’t loathe yourself yet, but don’t worry, that’ll come in the morning. and finally, demand to chop up your illegal substances because you obviously deserve it.

(Source: the-intact)

bourbon after bourbon, cone after cone, never ending mushroom powder, good trips, bad trips, puddles that are actually decent lakes in disguise, abos practically living on the main drag, campsites without plumbing, tent floors that may as well have been in a freezer, ticks, dizzy spells, narcotics offers in every direction, fully sick rap battles at the local, WEIRD CUNTS EVERYWHERE.
Plus a fuckload more..

what an interesting experience with a bunch of amazing people!

am still trying to wrap my head around marijuana being smoked in front of coppers

cant wait to head back next year! come at me mardigrass 2013!

how subtle must i be? seems like I need to have ‘CAN WE JUST FUCK PLEASE’ tattooed on my forehead. shiiieeeet nigga.

shit bitches get hot friends apparently

It’s cool knowing that someone I never thought I’d become friends with, due to the social hierarchy that is ‘highschool’, is now one of my best mates. I’ve always idolized her because she’s like Cher from Clueless; beautiful, popular, guys chasing her from all directions - while I sit here like some Brittany Murphy try hard. I’m okay with that though because anyone that’s seen that movie, knows how it turns out..the popular girl and shit bitch live happily ever after, as best mates..or so you’re left to assume anyway.

its a good feeling finding someone that you couldn’t imagine life without, contrary to your own previous assumptions that fool you into thinking you were never good enough for a friendship as privelledged as theirs.

I don’t have a moral to this post, unless you’ve picked one up along the way in which case, it was totally intended.

you all try to tell me you’re different, that you’re the one set apart from the rest, the one that’s supposed to give me the hope that’s been lost.

you are quite frankly, all the same. i’m told i don’t deserved to be used, i won’t be cheated on, i can count on you to be there, i won’t be left waiting up, i don’t need to change, i won’t be judged and yes, i can trust you.

but for how long exactly? two days? two weeks?
next time you tell someone all of that seemingly truthful bullshit, why not specify the length of time in which it actually applies and save the rest of us our naivety and dignity.

(Source: discolor3d)

still not even cool that after almost a year, it’s still torn me apart to find out the first person i ever loved has moved states to be with his new girlfriend. fucking trainwreck emily.

never thought i’d be sitting here alone on a monday night, drinking fruitylexia and attempting a tumblr post but here goes.. i want to scream at you, i want you to understand that yes, i do fucking care. i wish i had a pair, it would make my life less complicated. i can’t explain why this has such an astounding effect on me but why do you avoid the conversation we need to have? urrrrghhhhhh grow a fucking pair emily. shit.

saturday was perfect. you are perfect and i refuse to lose you again. if i could only express what i wanted without sounding pathetic. /forever craving you