May 2013
46 posts
whiskey-memories:
bras are so expensive like i didn’t choose the boob life the boob life chose me
Tampons are so expensive like i didn’t choose the vagina life the vagina life chose me
Rules my Grandma's Psychiatrist gave her in 56'
keepfitstayfab:
Get some cheap dishes and break them when you get upset.
Learn how to say “NO” and don’t feel guilty about it
Buy something frivolous for yourself once in awhile, like a new hat.
Never again do anything you don’t want to do.
that’s damn good advice
I suck at texting unless
I am in a relationship with you
You are my mom
I need something
Me and you are close as fuck
principatus:
fuck boys but also fuck boys u feel me
Why do best friends keep secrets from each other? Can someone explain this to me? Cause I’m sick of playing stupid. I know what you did, so watching you play dumb and hearing you lie is getting old.
no matter how close i think i am with someone there’s always someone before me like i’m literally never someone’s first option
theoptimist134:
asheathes:
Do you ever just re-evaluate your life after reading a really good book and realize how boring life really is
I mean we eat and sleep and go to school and work and that’s it. There’s no dragon-slaying, no real adventures, no sense of danger, no fighting for our lives, nothing really exhilarating or anything
THIS IS THE REASON THAT I HAVE BEEN DEPRESSED SINCE AGE...
deducingdoctor:
On a scale of one to Nick Carraway how much of a third wheel are you?
“You’re single because you’re single. It’s not because you texted too much or too...”
– Amanda Crute, “Why You’re Single” (via thewastedgeneration)
styleswanky:
i just want a cute boy that lets me listen to his music and wear his clothes and fall asleep on his chest i have earned this shit by now where is my cute boy
“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.”
– John Steinbeck (via souls-entwined)
I think the part that bothers me the most is that you don’t even seem to miss me. Like that self centered conceited part of me wants to see you squirm when I’m in the room. I want you to try to get my attention. I just want you to miss me even though I think I can confidently say I no longer miss you.
“Fear is not real, it is a product of thoughts you create.”
– (via thisboythatgirl)
So what does it mean when some flirts with you hard. Then never responds. Then likes your Instagram? Like I’m confused.
You told me pretty things.
And took me out.
You held me when glass was on my kitchen floor.
And you held my hand.
You told me how much you cared.
Then it was over.
Like it never began.
Like it was nothing.
Like I was nothing.
April 2013
69 posts
