Bruno Mars, your “new hit” is fucking stupid. —>I don’t want to do anything all day I just want to masturbate and then have sex I really want good things to happen to me I just don’t want to work for it Because I’m a baby bitch named Bruno Mars <— end rant
my boyfriend is so damn cute.
“i just wanted to call and say that i regret letting you leave early because i really wanted some more kisses” like awwww
i wish i had the power to make you disappear.
It’s really not that hard to clean up after yourself. Do you really need me there every hour of every day to put dishes in the dishwasher? I’m working on helping out, I’m sorry I can’t do everything. Calling me out on your Facebook status is unnecessary. JS.
Your false sense of enlightenment annoys the fuck out of me
1) being fat and/or physically unappealing 2) being tortured 3) rape 4) being mauled to death 5) being drawn and quartered 6) being unloved 7) failing 8) being alone with myself
sometimes, i just want to tell people: if you really want to know what i think, go read my blog.
i want to go to the beach.
i don’t know how many more times i can say it. but truthfully, i want a kiss at the beach. so badly.
I love the sound of sirens Downtown. I love the pangs of hunger in my stomach. Every part of me is empty. Too many people to please, never yourself. All I want to do is stay next to you, With your arm wrapped around my waist And your hot breath on my neck Listening to your soft snores Trying to keep my eyes from closing so I won’t lose this moment Baby, you tell me. And it makes me...
day two: nine loves.
[one]: guitar riffs [two]: old, delapidated buildings [three]: thumb rings [four]: iced coffee with nonfat milk and hazelnut [five]: being held while i sleep [six]: spearmint chapstick [seven]: waking up late [eight]: exceeding everyone’s expectations/beating out the competition [nine]: being thin
My bio professor can’t say allele properly. It’s causing me physical pain. She says ah-lay-lee. It’s def ah-lee-l. Just saying.
i’m such a fuckup.