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26 / 2 / 2012 @ 01:18
(source: gofuckingnuts)



ASS
ASS
ASS
ASS
ASS
ASS
ASS
STOP
NOW MAKE THAT MOTHERFUCKER HAMMERTIME
LIKE

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17 / 2 / 2012 @ 02:21
(source: makemestfu)



true
true story
stop
i cant stop
thinking
last
first
sleep
wake
awke
clich'e
quote
love
you

197,869 notes
17 / 2 / 2012 @ 02:08
(source: lovequotesrus)



stop
stop holding on
hold on
let go
room
good
feel
hurts
love
laughter
peace

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24 / 1 / 2012 @ 00:17

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14 / 1 / 2012 @ 00:26
(source: erio-touwa)



mom
fucked up
i get it
stop
i get that im not good enough, i get that i wasnt “raised to be this way,” i get that im a fuck up, and you wish you could be proud of me, i get that im not “lady like” and that i cuss all the time and that i want lots of piercings and tattoos and that im “supposed to do things to improve my looks not make them worse.”

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3 / 1 / 2012 @ 05:35
its all in my head;

i cant stop thinking about you, and its driving me crazy.

you have a girlfriend, and shes really lucky to have you.. i just wish you were mine.

i wish i could understand you better.

i wish i knew your opinion/view of me.

it sucks that you care about “not hurting her” yet, you hurt me.

we’re like bestfriends, plus we do things so why cant we be together?

you confuse the fuck out of me.

i hate how when its just me and you, im all there is and it doesnt even feel like you have a girlfriend.

but when we’re around your friends, you have a girlfriend again.

i could make you happy. i could make you whole

if you care about your girlfriend so much, how can you fuck me?

and its not like this has happened just once, or twice even, but its happened multiple times and its been happening since like october.

could you just like, be with me, stop fucking with my fucking head, or leave me alone. please.

youre a really good guy, but of course thats why i cant have you.

maybe if i stopped having sex with you, you would stop hanging out with me.

and if you dont want anyone to find out, dont do it. 

thats pretty fucking simple to me, specially considering the town we live in, is gossip fucking central. 

honestly i could care less if people found out, not that im going to tell anyone.

maybe your ashamed of me, or the idea of us being together is embarassing.

maybe you dont even like me at all.

maybe i should just not like you anymore, and step the fuck back into reality.

maybe you shouldnt cheat on your girlfriend.

maybe i should think about the fact that if it was me you were cheating on, i would kill you.

and what makes me think that if you “love” her (yet you cheat, a lot) that you wouldnt do that to me.

why did you have to be the one that helped mend my goddamn broken heart.

because instead of thinking about how much it hurts to be without david every single second of every single goddamn day, you came along, and i finally started to be okay and get over him, because then, i started thinking about you.

why am i a dumbass.

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