Blow Me?

Hello beautiful faeries, I am Haley. Come cuddle?

Something else is hurting you - that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

—Charles Bukowski  (via vveeknds)

(Source: mytheatreofcruelty, via illusionsofbe4uty)

sickforya:

raise your hand if you’re tired and sad and wanna make out with a girl

(via aberrates)