Dear boys, it’s not that fucking hard.
(via lovingyoufaithfully)
god damn
(Source: kimjohansson, via iloveblackguys-deactivated20110)
So I’m sitting here blogging while watching my family play beer pong and pouring the drinks. But WDF I get hit in the eye with the ball. Then there’s a big ass mesa but everyone misses it?! I’m the only sober one right now :/ booooo they’re drinking they’re life away. I’m blogging my life away :)
from all the hurt, pain, lies, sad days, and crying nights. I couldn’t do it anymore. I thought I was strong enough but I guess not if I let a person break me. I let a person use me for their own wants. Even if it hurt me every single time. Like a piece of me was being taken away every time. But all of that is forgotten now. Remembering only brings back the pain. How does it feel to be the one person in my life I hate and regret? That was your plan on along right? Well you lost me for good. You’ll never see me again. and I love it :) fuck the girl before me and fuck the girl after me. They ain’t got shit on me soooooo suck on those nutz biotcheeeees!
Why do I even wait for you…
Why do I even bother to expect a call from you, expect a message from you, expect anything from you. Even when I know in the back of my mind that you aren’t, I still constantly check my phone for your calls and text, and I even check my tumblr and look at the messages to see if maybe just maybe you thought about leaving me something there. All I do is disappoint myself, sometimes I walk away from my phone leaving it for an hour or two feeling big and bad like a boss not giving two fucks but then after all that I run to my phone with a smile on my face with that deceiving feeling of knowing that you either called or texted, only just to find myself with a frown and a reason to keep my head down. It’s almost like I have my back turned walking the opposite direction from you, but my little big heart pulls my shirt trying to stop me and tell me that I’m not doing the right thing. I don’t really know what I’m doing from this point on, I’m kind of incomplete without you.
I miss you, please tell me if you do too…
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Uhhm no, vete pal carajo.
blocked from my bbm list.
Siempre me salen los buenos D:
(Source: gunknife)
