The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.– Mark Twain (via newyorkcitylights)
teensexorcist: oh my god. DANCE ASSASSIN.
Kiss my neck, and I promise to rip your clothes...
yes-yesyall: I get the creeps from all the people in here I cannot breathe, it’s too crowded in here Don’t look at me I don’t wanna be seen; touched; heard; bothered by the fellas who got the look in their eye They wanna take me home without knowing my name They wanna put me on, But do they not know is that I’m not like the others