Karin.19, Japanese,UCSB'15, ΣΚΧ

No one like you've ever met, a bit eccentric but perfectly capable. I'm quite fun loving, a hedonist you may say. Owner of an open mind and always seeking a challenge. I've got the thoughtfulness of a gentleman, the heart and vulnerability of a girl. A romantic luster who loves some kink;turned on by sly intellect and turned off by shallow dicks. There's so much more to learn in this life, let's not waste it on ignorant strife. →


I can’t sleep because of you.
I am indifferent to a lot of things because of you.
I make bad choices, but that’s not your fault.
I cry sometimes because of you.
I feel good because of you, but I feel bad because of you too.
More bad than good.
More good than bad.
I don’t know what to do…

— 3 days ago with 2 notes
Ignorance is truly bliss,

There comes a time when every child realizes that Santa isn’t real, but was just a fun effort from the loving parents to give the child something to look forward to. Santa is a white lie; A lie used to give children hope, and to shield their innocence from the harsh and bitter reality of the real world.

A while later the child also realizes, once they become an almost adult, that parents are just like santa. They aren’t always the perfect role-models we believe them to be. We realize that they are just as human as we are. 

Once you realize the lie, you lose all your innocence. 

And then you become a sad, knowing, adult. Reminiscing the days where Santa was exciting, and parents were perfect. 

— 6 days ago

Feeling sentimental tonight.

But, I can’t ever be thankful enough for the best bunches of friends I have. I can easily say that they’re like no other. We share bonds that aren’t broken by distance, time, boys, fights.  And maybe because of them, my standards for friendship are high. My girls will stand by with me through anything and everything. Even if we know or think we don’t make the best choices, they’ll always be straight up with me and steer me the right way. 

The best friends are the ones who will be awake with you when the sun sets and the sun rises.

The best friends are the ones who will tell you, ” it’s stupid. you’re stupid” and laugh about it. 

The best friends are the ones who know your flaws, and love you anyways. 

The best friends will talk shit about you, to you.

They’re the ones who will always show you a good time, sober. 

They’re the ones who can complete your sentence. And laugh at the same time out of nowhere.

So fuck the fakeness, fuck all the bullshit, fuck the nice act. 

I have the best friends in the universe. I hope that others are as lucky to find their soul mates just as I have. 

— 6 days ago
Santa isn’t real,

And so aren’t perfect people.

So cut the crap, everybody knows that no one’s perfect. 

So stop pretending like you are. 

You’re just fooling yourself.

I pity the fool. 

— 6 days ago
train wreck

If there is one thing I cannot stand, it’s fake-ass people. You watch sit-coms with these ” frienemies” and realize how there are people like that in real life. To those who hurt others though passive aggressive attacks, I truly hope that you realize your immature actions. I feel sorry for you to feel the need to hate everyone and pretend that you should be nice to them when you bash them behind their back. How can you ever call yourself a good friend when you do this to everyone that you’re remotely close to. Look at yourself before you wreck yourself. 


gossip girl. 

— 1 week ago with 1 note
"Allow me to see the real you."
Dau Voire (via kushandwizdom)
— 1 week ago with 1983 notes

"Cotton Candy" by Stasia Burrington, 2013. Charcoal, Ink, Acrylic and Fabric on Watercolor paper.


"Cotton Candy" by Stasia Burrington, 2013. Charcoal, Ink, Acrylic and Fabric on Watercolor paper.

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— 1 week ago with 2414 notes

If i lose 10 pounds by september, I’ma buy myself a nice little dress. i’m an independent woman yo. 

— 1 month ago
"People like to ask if you’re okay. Most days, I am. But some days, I have to lie because replying with, “No. I am too depressed for life today,” is not really socially acceptable in a casual conversation. That shit’s too deep for small talk. As a depressed person, I have to constantly explain myself to my friends, family, professors, and deans. When I miss a class because I feel like an immaculate shitbag that day to even move, or eat, or wash my hair, I usually just apologize for being sick. It’s not a lie of an excuse, it’s just unfortunately a lot easier for people to comprehend your mental illness in terms of its physical symptoms. Because emotions, you know, are too abstract to be validated by a doctor’s note. We haven’t reached that point yet where most can accept mental illness to be just as immobilizing as physical illness. So until then, people suffering from depression are often dismissed as weak, self-pitying, and sensitive."
G. K. 
— 1 month ago with 6 notes
2 steps up, 1 step back

I honestly felt happy for the first time in a long while a couple days ago. It was amazing. I almost wrote about it, but I forgot to.

And then today. A little argument over some tiny little thing crashed everything down. Yeah, it’ll be okay. But it always pushes me back one step. It’s like the world is always telling me, ” you don’t get to be happy”.

Today I feel shitty. I ate a lot of junk food. I’m getting so fat. But no one understands or cares. They’ll just smile and laugh and look the other way.

— 1 month ago