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mcsnuggie:

at this point my blood is probably 4.3% pasta sauce

Correction it’s pizza sauce

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"I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love."

- Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian (via ughbenedict)

(via lovelylittle-mess)

"

Tonight I listened to a voicemail you left me three months ago.
In it, you told me to go fuck myself.
I still remember that night.
I still remember those words rolling off your tongue so gracefully.
I remember wondering how someone so beautiful could be so cruel.

Two months ago I called you at three A.M.
I expected you to ignore it, or to send me to voicemail;
those were two of the things you were best at.
You answered and I felt my heart begin to race;
you probably thought it was because I missed you,
but truthfully it was because I didn’t expect you to answer,
and because I really had to pee.
I asked you how you were and you sat there quietly and confused.
It was like you forgot that I existed and that I was once a part of your life.
You told me “fine” and I smiled.
That was the last conversation we had.
I made sure to let go of you, and every negative word that was said, in a peaceful way.

Fast forward two months, and I still wonder how you are.
I still wonder how your dog is and if you’ve seen any good movies lately.
If you ever heard me say this, you’d probably blush like you used to whenever I said something sweet.
You’d probably think I think these things because I still love you, that I still want you.
But that is not the case.
You see, six months ago I was jumping through hoops to please you.
To make sure that you were happy before myself.
To make sure that I was the one causing your happiness.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now.
And now I simply remember you as a person I gave my soul to.
A person I told secrets to at 4am and fucked to feel a sense of closeness.
A person I loved, yes.
But it is not six months ago.
It is now, and now I miss you.
I miss the way you called randomly just to ask how my day was.
I miss the way you seemed to care, even if you didn’t.
I miss the friendship and the secrets and the stories.
And maybe one day things will be different.
Maybe you’ll call me on a Tuesday afternoon and ask how my day was.
These are the things I think about before my eyes slowly close and I am finally rewarded with sleep.
But for right now?
Go fuck yourself.

"

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This hurt.  (via mistyspell)

This is so relevant oh my god :(

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t0tally-pers0nal:

Let’s “cuddle” and when I say cuddle I mean aggressively makeout and grab me everywhere

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sickinq:

My parents find it hard to punish me now because I literally care about nothing now

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turnovxr:

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gynocologist:

i never stop blogging even when im really upset i just sit there sobbing hitting buttons and reblogging everything

(via lovelylittle-mess)

"I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question."

- Harun Yahya (via observando)

vegay:

yes hello i would like to apply to be in a coma

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On a scale of cuddles to rough sex i need everything on the fucking scale.

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