"I am unsmoutable."

I'm Abby. I love television..I'm a pansexual rockin' the subway life in erie pa. Ask me anything and i promise you i may or may not answer.


If I had a cat to sit on my lap through this stressful planning my life would be so much batter. Damn my dog and her non catness.

So I just set up 7 different interviews 200 miles away from my home. I am scared to death.


this is my favorite blooper for the whole series and I really wanna know what he said to her that got that reaction.

(Source: stinson)


When I’m dating a man I’m no longer bisexual

Just like when I’m at home, I’m no longer employed

Or when I’m not studying I’m no longer a student.

Mmm object impermanency 

I read this wrong and was about to go on a rant. I read it again. I am okay now. I understand sarcasm,.

Either my dog made a audibly loud fart which has never happened ever or there is a faltulant ghost in my house.

I stopped believing in love when I was 11 years old. At the same time that I first saw my fathers hand go across my mothers face reality did the same to me and I realized none of it was real. I once read a story about a man who loved a blind woman so dearly that he gave one of his own eyes so that she could see. Once the woman could see, she left this man because he was ugly. I keep telling myself that maybe one day I will believe in love yet again. It is because of this that I have ripped myself open to so many people and now there is nothing left. I am completely empty. I have given entirely too much of myself to boys who only touched my body because their body was intoxicated with the thought of fucking my brains out. No one will ever fill me. Here I stand, with gashes leaving every part of me completely open. No matter how many human beings come by and pour themselves into me it will pour right back out. So ask me again why don’t I believe in love. I don’t believe in love because love is not calling you at 3am begging for you to fuck me just because I need to feel something. Love is not my fathers hand across my mothers face. Love is not giving your eye to a charming blind woman and being left because you are undesirable. Love does not exist, people only let themselves believe that because they are entirely lonesome and need to feel the fire of another’s fingertips burning against their skin. Love is none of these things, because love does not exist.

I realize that I am bitter, and I plan on keeping it that way (via afwul)


If i ever see any of you in public, the code is


that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I just had an epiphany.

I keep imaging this perfect relationship where I say I love you and they say I love you and then we fuck like dogs and go out for brunch

I want these things because I am supposed to want them, because the people around me want and have these things.

Fuck that.

I want what I want and I am not sure what that is at the moment,

Yes I want to say I love you, yes I want to fuck, yes I want to go to brunch but maybe not in that order.

I’ll get there.
Eventually. . 

I am attracted to everyone when I first them, but then it wore off. It always wears off.

Jessa (Girls HBO)

I asked my mom if she could make me some tea and she said “I don’t know, I would have to see if we have any hot water.”

She thinks she’s a riot.