do you like my outfit for tomorrow, isn’t it cute?” I ask. “huh, is that a night shirt? I can see through it” john replies. “no! I wear a tank top under it!” “hopefully no one else thinks you’re wearing a night shirt
L: Sweetie, do you notice anything different about me? I did something different tonight.
John stares blankly at me.
J: Did you do your nails a different color?
J: Did you dye your hair? Highlights! You got highlights!
L: No, but correct vicinity!
J: Did you buy a new bra?
L: What, no! I said hair!
J: Dye it? Didn’t you just get it dyed?
J: I give up. You’re the toughest woman ever. What did you do?
L: I got a bang trim!
PS It was just a test, but I mean come on he was staring at me for a solid eight minutes while I practiced my speech! Obviously my bangs looked different. Silly boy.
I am watching Drive and currently have a raging Gosling boner. OkCupes (aka OKPoops) is straight stupid. Nothing good has come of it.
2) OMGGGG if I am ever involved in some crime bullshit I neeeeeeds me some RG to fuck people up 3) I’m terrified of this movie now
5) I want to be one of the topless whores that just stare at RG as he murders the shit out of people 6) That was disgusting of me I apologize
In all fairness, this is only in response to my email…
all I wanted to do was lay in bed without pants on, watch Say Yes to the Dress, snuggle my cat, and maybe eat some cookies and drink some powerade. Enjoy that mental image.
WHY DO I HAVE A BOYFRIEND. I WANT TO BE ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. OMG. GET AWAY FROM ME. I WANT TO BE SINGLE AND NEVER BE WITH ANYONE EVER AGAIN I AM SO FREAKING BOTHERED BLAHBLAHLBLALAKSDJFKLASJF
PS this weather is shitty. Something is trying to crawl out of uterus, and it has knives and is scraping inside of me and it hurts and I want to cry but I can’t.
I need a man who’ll take a chance
On a love that burns hot enough to last
So when the night falls
My lonely heart calls
take me away from here
take me somewhere where love is like breathing
i don’t care where we go long as i’m there with you, baby.
long as i’m there with you.
my 13 year old cousin has apparently ended his relationship with his “girlfriend.” while this is sad news, and we’ve all been there in our lives, I feel as though facebook makes it worse.
there r no tears i can cry anymore </3
(that’s a broken heart)
maybe this is why men, when they reach the age of 25, are such assholes. Because in their teens, when they had emotions, were so shaken by these “heartbreaks” that they turn into real winners as adults.
the bottom line is: dude. at Thanksgiving you didn’t know homegirl. on Christmas you were “dating” for two weeks. And now, less than a month after I last saw you, your world is shaken.
remind me to never have kids.
don’t tell me that there is someone out there for me.
and just to be me and they’ll like me for who i am.
just don’t. please. because i know this.
and hearing this from someone that knows me pretty well breaks my heart a little.
pretty sure my favorite thing to do is blast music in my apartment and do my dishes whilst dancing my underwear. add a glass of wine… perfection.
musical tastes of 15 year old.