December 2011
26 posts
Okay so,
troubledxmind:
Today I was thinking, and I realized that I must not be a girl. I must not be a girl because I don’t go around trying to hit on dudes with girlfriends, trying to break people’s happy relationships up anyway I can, and I’m just not a shady little bitch. I am also not a man for those same reasons. I must be my own species. A species that has self-respect and respect for other people...
Reblog if you met someone amazing this 2011.
I genuinely like people.. Why does that seem so...
Taking Pictures with Best Friend
candycane-gremlin:
Expectation:
Reality:
Watchchitewhapel:
teathreesugars:
weeing.
weeing hard..
tits
I hate when I can’t put what I’m really feeling into words. I should be happy, blissfully happy. I have no reason not to be. Things have been great lately. I mean I have wonderful friends, I have a job (even though I am extremely broke at the moment.), and I even have a wonderful boyfriend. (Mushy… I can’t help it.) I just still feel like something is missing. I don’t...
“…one of the cruelest things you can do to another person is pretend you care...”
– Douglas Coupland (via wentbananasss)
