May 2012
ANNNDD OF COURSE EVERYTHING THAT GOES WRONG IS MY...
Really?!
First of all, im here in my room doing my homework, your other son is playing fucking black ops or some shit, and your other son is watching tv.
YOU EXPECT ME TO WATCH HER ALL THE TIME?! IM ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING THAT I NEED TO DO, WHILE YOUR SONS ARE FUCKING DOING NOTHING!!!
AND OF COURSE…BLAME ME. BLAME ME WHEN I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THAT SHE WASN’T WITH HIM. YES....
April 2012
and as always.
you only stop and apologize when i start to cry.
thats fucking awesome.
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 5 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 4 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 and a half hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 3 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 and a half hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2.25 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get 2 hours of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and 45 minutes of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour and a half of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can still get an hour of sleep
me: okay if i go to bed now i can just not wake up and sleep all day
bobbyly:
oldest song ever.
Thank you.
Thank you so fucking much for making me always feel like a worthless piece of fucking shit!
You really know how to bring me down all the time.
You deserve a fucking round of applause bitch. Better yet, you deserve a fucking award for it.
It sucks knowing that things can never go back to...
YUP…
What if?
What if I didn’t meet you? What if you never walked in my life? What if I never said hi? What if you never said hi? I wonder I just wonder what life would be right now. Would it be amazing? Fun? More lively? But everyone I meet is someone special to me because each one has a different personality and is different in their very own way. I realized life would be very different and wouldn’t be as...
Watcharohajahmes:
flamingdoodlem0nster:
begyounicefrommyknees:
e-pic:
This is still funny…that fucking old lady!!
omg yes
I will never not reblog this.
AHAHAHAAH!
Normal flirting: Hey babe you're so pretty and sweet.
Me: If you were a potato, you'd be a nice potato.
Sometimes, I don't understand my feelings.
I'm just a memory, ready to be erased.
mahalkitax3:
When things don’t work out, I often think people would end up forgetting about me. That somehow I would just fade away and be like any other memory they want to bury deep inside them. A memory they could erase. It sounds harsh, but I think that’s what people do. To cope. To forget. To move on. And it’s okay. I’m kind of getting used to the idea that I disappoint people.
You probably forgot about me.
xo-sarahchen:
I feel like you already had forgot about me like I never mean’t anything to you in the first place. You probably already found someone better than me, that’s why you aren’t there for me anymore. It seems more like everything you once said to me are all lies. Did you really care for me? or were you just saying all of those just to see me happy. It feels more like you never really...
When a teacher grades your paper & writes a note...
laughingstation:
“WTF DOES IT SAY?”
OH CHAAAANG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
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I notice everything.
And by everything, I literally mean everything. I notice when someone stops hitting me up like they used to. I notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. I notice the little things that people do, and the little things they used to do. I notice when things change, and when it’s no longer the same. I notice every single little detail. I just don’t say anything.
