People are going to label you; it’s how you overcome those labels. That's what matters.
I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and your soulmate wore the other half and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the further away you were so you could go on this journey when you’re ready to find your other half so that you could be spared all the pain and heartbreak of being played with by those who don’t take dating as seriously as you do
that would be so fucking convenient
i used to be so picky about what i post and reblog but it’s just slowly deteriorated into a state of “why not”
I hate you. I hate the way you make me feel every single day. I hate how I always have to text you first. I hate how I always have to call first. I hate how you act in front of your friends. I hate how you say I annoy you. I hate how you don’t ever skype me anymore. I hate how you don’t call me beautiful anymore. I hate how you’re never proud of me. I hate how you act like I’m always bothering you. I hate how you ask me what’s wrong right after you insult me. I hate how you make me feel about my body. I hate how you don’t include me in your life plans. I hate how when I’m sad you don’t comfort me. I hate how annoying I am to you when I am sad. I hate that everyone wants me but you. I hate how you hardly text me back once the conversation dies. I hate how you are always high when we talk. I hate how you never listen to me when I talk. I hate how you yell at me when I don’t talk. I hate how you don’t care about me. I hate how you don’t miss me.
JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS.. IM ANNOYING. THAT IS ALL.
- Me: I won't get jealous
- Me: Who's this fucking whore
the fastest way to a girl’s heart is through reblogging her selfie
this shirt would fit if it weren’t for boobs: a tragedy
that shirt would fit if i had boobs: the sequel
this shirt fits perfectly because my boobs are the right size: the fanfiction
my shirts always fit: a man’s tale