Honey, take me dancing

21, student, messy and disorganized. Currently on exchange in Austria.

“Florals? For Spring? Groundbreaking.”

—   Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)

allmymetaphors:

ppl always ask me “”what are you going to do with your degree”“ and “"if you wanna get a PHD how do you plan on paying for it"" and ""where are you gonna move after college"" but here is the thing:

i am very powerful and cute and im gonna float through this world one day at a time. please leave me alone. 

(via clareity)

ixnay-on-the-oddk:

My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us fucks up and says something nice.

(via girl-ontherocks)

“People don’t like you, honey, that’s a good sign
Most people don’t know nothing but opinions
Very few find the facts
You keep trying to make them all side with you
You’re gonna waste all your time
Because you can’t get ‘em, shouldn’t want ‘em, don’t need ‘em
So move on, be righteous and relax”

—    Fiona Apple from an interview with Rolling Stone (via isaacbarnhill)
danielodowd:

soniaboller
Have been practicing my ‘dead to me’ face a lot this week, I’ve never had to use it before.

jaclcfrost:

"i’m not bitter" i say, bitterly, with a bitter expression

(via pyjamaprincess)

Men:

If Orange is the New Black is so good with representation, why are all the men horrible?

Women:

They're not all horrible. Bennett's nice. What more do you want?

Men:

But he's clueless and irresponsible! And that's just ONE guy! How can you give me ONE decent male character in a slew of diverse female characters and call THAT representation?

Women:

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Women:

...must be tough.

(Source: qbzu, via girlganggigs)

I’m at Vienna airport, it’s not even 2pm. I’m sitting on the ground by myself surrounded by about 30kgs of luggage, a box of rice and a block of nutty chocolate. 

Today I slept through my alarm and missed my train, said goodbye to my best friend, ran home in the rain, said goodbye to my housemates, organised a carshare, ran in the rain with the luggage, found my phone sitting in a pile of water and completely lifeless, arrived at the airport 10 minutes late, was told by the bitch woman at the desk to pay 330 Euro, told her to fuck off, cried maybe a little, ate burger king, ate chocolate, bought a box of rice, put my phone in it, sat down and fucking gave up.

- An ode to backpacking blues (and really don’t get fucked up the night before a long haul trip)