Shaena | 22 | San Francisco | Young heart, old soul.

The following is a paradoxical account of what goes on in my head. Ever changing, ever passionately curious.

Also, disclaimer: Not that anyone spends extensive amounts of time on my blog or anything, but, in the case that someone is offended by a photo, I'd just like to point out that there are some posts shown on my blog that have undisplayed commentary due to the tumblr theme I've chosen.

" For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you. "
" If someone called me pretty, I’d sneer and smear more glitter on my face. I didn’t want to be just pretty — I was wild, crazy and free. I talked about sex, about drinking. When men do that, it’s rock and roll, but when I did it, people assumed I was a train wreck. I played confident but still felt like an outcast. "

ways to be okay with the horrible music i will have to endure tonight:

1) get ridiculously drunk

2) get ridiculously more drunk 


desirethepositive:

I want to open a really angry coffee shop called “I’m Not a Morning Person” and name all the drinks really angrily

like “can I get a Fuck You” or a “I’m Studying for Finals” or “My In-Laws are in Town”

and they all have shots of tequila in them

who wants to be my business partner

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