Mother. 19. Aries.




*casually fucks up every good thing that happens to me*

(via catmittingsuicide)


hey isnt that jonas brother a disney kid

and now he’s half naked everywhere

and everyone is admiring him for growing up so nicely

wasnt miley cyrus a disney kid too

and she was half naked everywhere

and everyone freaked their fuckin shit

(via lovemetoinfinity)


I’m actually fine. I’m not sure if like I’m just numb to this feeling but I’m not feeling anything. I can’t describe the emptiness I feel though, I know I contradict myself but that’s my way of feeling okay. I know I’m hiding emotions behind a smile but it’s how I manage. I just can’t believe my first time telling you that I love you was the last time but I couldn’t let you walk out my life without knowing.


I want you to look at my Tumblr so you could see my feelings but then I don’t because they’d scare you away


I love these moments

I’m have no appetite anymore. Literally today I ate three chicken nuggets at 2:30 then a hot dog at 10:30, a coffee, RedBull, iced tea, and now a cup of water. I’m dropping weight that my yogas don’t fit me anymore.. I was happy at first, but now I’m worried.

Im over trying to keep people in my life that seem as if they don’t want to be there. Even if it’s one of my closest friends. Yeah, it’s going to fucking suck to watch their shadow follow behind them in the opposite direction of me, but if that’s how my hand plays out- so be it. There’s no more fighting for affection, attention, and time. I’m wiping my hands clean of the wasted time and tears I have cried on people who act like this is a game. That my emotions are some fucking toy that you get infatuated with until something better comes along and put me in the corner for a rainy day. But like all good wines, I get better with time. Nothing beats a classic and one day you’ll need me. You’ll dust me off, unscrew my cork, and get the best intoxication of your life. Yeah, I’m describing relationships with people as wine.. Let the metaphor sink in, you’ll understand.

Charles Bukowski (via banshee-beets)

(Source: horrornymphomanic, via willowwallow)

I’d love it if you’d stay for awhile-(k.m.)

(Source: stillonthepursuit)

tired of it all (via falling-apart-broken-promises)

Why is it necessary to be rude to someone because you moved on? I will never understand the concept. The person means something to you, that person was yours at one point and because things didn’t work out the way you wanted them to & you found someone new you act like that person didn’t mean anything. Why..

(via keep-that-pussy-wet)

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