When I am not wanted I choose to disappear.
Instead of “going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married” I always accidentally sing “going to the thrift store.”
Related: I got queso in my fake diamond ring today.
Oh daily dishonesty, you know me so well
(via dailydishonesty)
(via chasingeuphoriia)
Brian Eno in the 1970s: “The tape is now the music”
(Source: cicconeyouthh, via priestswhore)

(Source: pushthemovement, via skinmask)
MOTHERS! LOCK UP YOUR SONS! THE GIRL GANG IS COMING! OUTLAW GIRLS ON A RAMPAGE! GIRL GANG! JUVENILE DELINQUENTS! GIRL GANG! IS THAT LIPSTICK OR BLOOD? GIRL GANG! LUST CATS OF THE GUTTERS! GIRL GANG! TRASHY PUSSIES ON THE WAR PATH! GIRL GANG! SO EASY TO LOVE! SO HARD TO KILL! GIRL GANG! MINI SKIRTS! BIG HAIR! GIRL GANG! AT THE PORK SHOP!!!
Who’s starting a girl gang with me?
(via porkmagazine)