You can't save a damsel if she loves her distress.

Hi, i'm Brianna. i'm 23 and an FSU graduate. i moved (back) to new york and i miss my friends so much it hurts sometimes. i spend WAAAY too much time on the internet. i'm a total insomniac. my mouth moves faster then my brain, try not to be offended. i love movies, especially old movies, and music, usually rock but as long as it's loud i'm not too likely to complain. i would go to shows everyday if i could. i'm a HUGE fan of hyperbole. i'm fascinated by serial killers (but not in a weird creepy way, I swear). my friends are the coolest people you'll never meet. i want to do everything. i don't want to look back and say my life was boring. i'm abrasive, sarcastic, tempermental, loud, random, and a bunch of other things but mostly i'm fun. "i'm every cliche, but i simply do it best."

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Jan. '12

It took a special kind of guts to be a fuckup as a woman, I thought. To say to hell with being the nice girl, the responsible one, the one who makes sure the man takes care of himself and eats properly and doesn’t take too many drugs. To be just as nihilistic and self-destructive as a man, knowing all along that you’ll get crucified for it, because somehow, the world will make everything your fault. He’ll be a martyr, and you’ll be a succubus. He’ll be a genius and you’ll be a groupie, He’ll be a hero, and you’ll be an ugly fat crack whore who deserves to die.

— Rachel Shukert, on Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love, in You Can’t Rape a Whore: A Love Story (via eredit)