December 2011
7 tags
straightfaced:
I’d rather be physically exhausted than emotionally here at home.
Dillon’s exact words to me after 3 months of Marine bootcamp. And it haunts me, every day.
37135) Attractive people are treated better, and...
things for me to realize when i'm sober and wake...
you called dillon’s new girlfriend a harlot
chris’ phone was off when you tried calling at midnight
maybe you shouldn’t go out tonight
chris jones and rory herbert were cute as fuck
you didn’t throw up, you will never throw up
has your liver shrunk yet?
too drunk to give a fuck, too sober for feelings
lol fucking hate being alive
sendingicebergs:
Hungover leftover there’s not a difference.
I think I’ll go pick up my last check and go get breakfast.
36831) I am a fake. I never do one thing enough...
straightfaced:
Why am I here.
marinesarecuddlers:
You don’t exist in my mind anymore. I’ve been hurt beyond the point I can handle anymore. Just deleted All Pictures, All Item I have gone and sealed up into the cigar box, There will be no trace that you ever existed. Yup Im Hurt That Bad. You’re the ONLY thing I regret.
Good Luck With Your Life. I hope your’e the one girl he doesn’t cheat on, doesn’t treat...
People I don't want to talk to: Hey what's up what are you doing lets hang out omg I miss you!!!
People I do want to talk to:
Why can't rappers rap about nice things?
musicloverxxx:
YEAH GIRL I’MMA TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF AND
put them in a closet for you cause it’s polite
36436) I'm so good at lying about what I've eaten...
36432) Feel empty, binge, long to feel empty...
me: i'm so lonely omg i just want someone to talk at me
someone: hey
me: no not you
13 tags
i just remember that day, standing outside my house where you hugged me and held my head, sniffing my hair saying you never wanted to forget the scent of it, and you cried, small tears into the brittle strands. you cried in front of the american flag, in a small room with your arms behind your back, your head held high, and fear in your eyes for the next three months to come. i guess, i knew you...
blues
hey, haha, you know what? you were the only person to ever know me. you were the only person to know every little thing about me, and i mean it, even now. even after you’ve cheated on me more than my fingers can count, even though i haven’t known you in months. even though you left with a promise to come back - i was selfless back then. and i think you were the only person i had ever...
tourist: could you give us directions to Olive Garden?
new yorker: no, but i could give you directions to an actual Italian restaurant lol
tourist: oh you think your clever???
new yorker: what
tourist: i'm going to meet my dying neice and she happens to love olive garden so her whole family is going to eat with her so she'll have a few moments of happiness
new yorker: oh... oh god i'm so sor
tourist: no shut the fuck up you piece of shit. i'll find it myself
the tourist drives off and the new yorker is left to think about his life choices and his decision to be a giant condescending asshole
