May 2013
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true life: since i’m a girl and my blog contains nsfw content it apparently means i like and want to have sex with everyone - when in reality i’ve never had good sex outside of a committed relationship, and i absolutely hate drunk sex. the only reason i actually have ever had drunk sex is because, GUESS WHAT i’m really fucking insecure about my body and when i’m...
poopflow:
cause of death: second hand embarrassment
girlwhowasonfire:
I love tags it’s like muttering under your breath on the internet
kfcofficial:
im not even a 2nd choice im like an 8th choice sometimes a 10th
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Unpacking, and cleaning my room. I found notes, letters, clothing, mix cds, and photos from a plethora of ex boyfriends and flings. Laughing hysterically over the past five years of my life.
From One Survivor to Another: i don’t like the... →
fromonesurvivortoanother:
i don’t like the whole “you can’t love someone until you learn to love yourself” idea because uhhh
wow people who are hurt and abused and damaged deserve love just as much as someone else
love generally does not work when it’s one-sided. love is the interaction between one person and another entity, like another person or a book or a work of art
and usually when...
BLUE TOOK A BATH AND DID NOT SURVIVE. MY LIFE IS OVER.
bon-bon:
The older I get the more I realise there are no grown ups and nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing.
isaac-lahey:
selfdoubtandsyphilis:
dankestrnemes:
do animals think in english or in the sounds they make
this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for
#are you surprised have you seen yahoo answers
chompyface:
i was a good student until the crushing weight of reality shattered my hope for the future
And I see colors when I hear your voice
Grab your wings, they’re putting gravity on trial
I see colors, I don’t hear the noise, sometimes we’re only flying for awhile
I could love you in the falling rain,
Grab your things, this is a storm we’re meant to ride
Like synesthesia, aboard a stalling plane,
it’s like we’re only flying for awhile, flying for awhile
No one will comprehend my love...
“Resentment is like taking poison and hoping the other person dies”
Letting it go, I don’t care about you. I’ve successfully Eternal Sunshine-d my mind. I’ve always wondered how people can make themselves not care. It’s a process, and it’s one I think I’ve finally perfected.
whisperofthewolves:
if you’ve never loved a band to the point where you put on their music and just lie on the floor sobbing while still attempting to sing along to every word, then i genuinely wonder how you could ever truly love anything
mostlyfiction:
Love isn’t about fucking each other at any opportunity.
It also isn’t about how many months or years that you’ve been together.
To me, love is about being able to see light inside of the person who knows nothing but darkness.
Also in related news, my ex came over last night and my dad said “He just wants to get some, we all know this.” Excuse me, I’m slitting my wrists and diving into the shallow end of my pool.
In other news, I just purged all the calories I consumed today. #nerves
you’ve made your bed, so sleep in it.
but never call again.
you’ve made your bed so sleep with her.
but know i’m the best you’ll get.
He’ll never read it, but I don’t care.
Liberation.
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my friends always joke about how i’m wifed up. nothing beats going to bed at night with someone that loves you, waking up next to that person. when you talk all night long about the future, and eventually their words get more spaced out and their breathing gets heavy and they’ve fallen asleep. sheer bliss. i know i’m the worst kind of feminist, but i loveloveLOVE when someone...
What Tuukka says: I tend to find the puck.
What Tuukka means: Bitch I see everything.
watching the notebook and crying like the little girl that i am because feelings. i wish i could feel nothing. and i wish your rude remarks didn’t get to me the way they do, especially considering you won’t say them to me. because you’re too good for me.
If you had asked me last night, like Amanda did. I’d tell you that I miss him, despite everything. I know very well that he never cared about me, but that doesn’t change how I felt, or how I feel now. I know that I’m a running joke, and up until last night - I didn’t care. I’d still give you some bullshit that it was right, just at the wrong time. I would’ve...
