Anonymous asked: Do you think you'll ever get back together with Tim?
No. One, he’s moved on and fallen for another girl. Two, I m also with someone that makes me happy. Three, our breakup wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t meant to. I know if we got back together I’d probably get tired of the same old things. Wonder if you’re go I think you are hmMmmMm
The uncensored version of Diet Mtn Dew (in my opinion the best version of this song).
(…) Hit me my darling tonight
I don’t know why but I like it
Gotta get back to the wild
Give it up give it up
Live it up live it up (…)
(…) Hurt me and tell me you’re mine
I don’t know why but I like it
Scare me my God you’re divine
Gimme them gimme them
Dope and diamonds (…)
this is the fucking best thing I’ve ever heard I’m crying
THIS NEVER STOPS BEING GOOD
I’m just gonna start reblogging this once a day because it’s that worthy.
I can hear you next door with her.
She’s probably cuddled in the little nook between your arm and chest where I used to call home.
Teeth gritted. Muscles tight. Palms damp.
Shit, hers and mine both..
Emotions so mixed I can’t tell jealousy from hate and hate from love.
They’re all slipping through my hands like tiny unidentifiable pieces of sand.
Waiting for my new found love to come over me like the cool relief of these beach waves.
But there’s no refreshing feeling after the waves stop.
There is only the crash
And it happens over and over again.
Just because I couldn’t be with you anymore doesn’t mean it doesn’t kill me to see you with someone else. I know it makes no sense, but that’s the way love goes.
What do you think love is?
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
He’s been in love with me since sixth grade, that’s going on seven years he’s been patiently waiting for me. He stumbles on his words and can’t find a better way to describe me than “perfect” because he feels like every other word isn’t enough. He can never keep his hands off me. He’s going to be driving every other week to visit me. I don’t know if we’ve been friends too long and we are ultimately friend zoned forever. I don’t know if long distance is just a bitch, well yeah I do and it is. Or maybe there’s just something about college and the fact that your surrounded by thousands of other people. So man potential relationships, romantic or not. For some reason I still can’t manage to fill this void. I myself still don’t even know what it really means. I am so hopeless when it comes to love but for some reason he still has hope and faith in me. How?
So I know it’s not Throwback Thursday and the baby isn’t even me, it’s @mama_trina, but we were going through old family photos and I just had to because my daddio is beyond fresh. 😎 #oldie #disney
As cliche as it sounds and as many times as you’ve probably seen it today and tonight, it is an absolute tragedy that he brought an unfathomable amount of joy and laughter to this world, yet he could not experience it himself. It’s not fair, why do people like me and others get to bounce back and others are pushed beyond their breaking point? It makes me sick to my stomach thinking that if a man who could have paid for the best shrinks in the country gave up, what about the normal little people of the world? I don’t care who you are, where you’ve been, what you’ve been through, or where you think you’re going, I am here for you. There is always someone willing to listen. I’m just really overwhelmingly sad and I don’t understand it.
Photo series by Noah Kalina
long exposure sex photography is my new favorite artform
why are bras and period products so fucking expensive okay this shit pisses me off, it’s not like i asked for boobs or for my vagina to destroy itself every month
You have an amazing vocabulary and way of explaining things yet you describing your reason for loving me as “pretty, smart, and intelligent”. That’s like something every girl hears from her mom after she gets dumped.. Tell me all the little things that make you really genuinely happy.
I will never understand why it is I fail to realize what I have right in front of me..