I feel you, soul sistah.
Red lipstick makes me feel like I could cut a man’s heart out with a high heel shoe and fucking eat it.
You either know what I’m talking about or you don’t
Did you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good?
What’s this? What’s this? There’s color everywhere…
fucking love jim carrey
Christina Ricci by Peggy Sirota.
I already miss you.
everything is sort of weird and sad and i want to sleep next to you