Were those 5 minutes of my lost life worth the sun rising cigarette?
To fall in love again and again and again in between languages and worlds where the sun shines too bright and you’re never ever alone. Like the opposite of a jailhouse is a madhouse, and here i am, wholly dissapated in this mental atmosphere. 
(Source: fer1972, via immanuel-cunt)
Slugabed (ahhhh i missed skif yesterday because fedya’s an evil asshole who put a curse on me and my face is falling off i bet it was soo cool)
Do you think anyone at mount holyoke knows/cares that wendy wasserstein’s brother is this guy? How convenient!
Dostoevsky theater, Veliky Novgorod
Soviet architecture: what does it mean? Who knows, but it sure is fun to climb.
turn on, tune in, drop out
Dis bitch with the cigarette is wearing my dress. But that’s not all. She also took my metro card. But that’s not all. She also took my perfume. But that’s not all. She also stole 10000 rubles from me. But that’s not all. I stole her dress and face cream and make up remover and shoes. We like to make dinner together and she does my homework for me and smokes me up. My friends all tell me we have the most passive-aggressive relationship they’ve ever heard of. They don’t understand-broke girls play by different rules. Жизнь хостела- безумная.
