I don’t like to share. As if they care.
Sometimes I wonder if certain people are genuinely supposed to meet and co-exist, but just like magnets, if you meet too quickly, the force of the collision can cause it to shatter, so perhaps you just need time to heal until you eventually meet again, because the pull is always there, it just has to be a different time and a different pace, when you can eventually join harmoniously.
Then I remember I don’t believe in fate and the above is complete nonsense.
"ur bra strap is showing" u say
children begin to scream
tears r streaming down my face
my parents disown me and sell me to a shady, moustached man for three goats
no one can ever kno i wear a bra
I want someone to photograph my mannerisms (w/o me knowing of course) then he/she would print out the photos and then I would paint them.
iM FU CKNIG CRYING IM STUCK AT A FAMILY GET TOGETHER RIGHT NOW & MY ASSHOLE LITTLE COUSIN GOT AHOLD OF A SQUEEZABLE MAYONNAISE BOTTLE & SQUIRTED IT ALL OVER HIS SISTER & SHE RAN OUT OF THE KITCHEN CRYING & SCREAMING “HE SQUIRTED ON ME” & I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE HEARD SO MANY HORRIFIED GASPS IN ONE ROOM OM FG HELP mE PLEASE
All I do at school is watch all the girls pretend to be friends with each other
friendly reminder that your stomach is not supposed to be totally flat because it is home to some of your vital organs and you are a woman so you carry fat there and it doesn’t make you any less sexy and if anyone makes you feel otherwise you should throw up on them
I ate chicken bones and my chest is aching haaaah am I gonna explode
I’m about to have my third cup of coffee for today. Is this even normal?
Designing curves in buildings are just like trying to have curves in your body— hirap ma-achieve. -_-
I want to pet a cute widdle bunny
I want to do drugs, murder my enemies, sell crack
A depressed person is selfish because her self, the very core of who she is, will not leave her alone, and she can no more stop thinking about this self and how to escape it than a prisoner held captive by a sadistic serial killer can forget about the person who comes in to torture her everyday. Her body is brutalized by her mind.
Stacy Pershall, Loud in the House of Myself: Memoir of a Strange Girl (via constant-fear)
Competing with his new girlfriend — this is so wrong in many ways :) Me sound like a loser like this but haha whatevs I’m better than her in so many things and she’s dumb haha fuck her.