I am weak I admit. But my motivation and pride save me
I’ve proved people wrong about me. I’ll do it again.
Trust me, once I’m committed to something I ain’t stopping for shit.
You’ll swallow your words.
Since when is somebodys life everyone’s business?
ya’ll nosy cunts.
One day when I move in with my boyfriend, and he’s asleep, I’m going to lay under the covers with him and just stare at his butt as I drift away into my slumber.
Mother of god
I find it so annoying when girls on facebook put their job as
“model at victoria secret”
“waiter at hooters”
“stripper model hooker at superduperhogwarts academy of unicorns”
YOU’RE 14/15 OR SOME SHIT
UM WHAT AGENCY ARE YOU FROM, INSTAGRAM?
BITCH INSTAGRAM DON’T COUNT AS AN AGENCY
He’s something else, someone I thought I couldn’t have, but now I do, and I’m happy, truly. Unexpected things like this are wonderful. He’s the one, I know it.
if you’ve been there for me
I’m sorry I don’t text/talk or anything
Because truthfully I suck at keeping contact
well if you’re reading this
I’m so fucking glad I met you.
I need to remember there are people who care about me
and if they leave me then they were never actually there
and I have people who have always been there
I just never notice
because I’m always over thinking.
I’m a mess at times. but who isn’t?
Everyone’s going through something
worse than me.
Be mine? Stay mine?
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
You’re a bad person, you said you like me “so very much”, you said you wanted to be mine, you constantly called me beautiful and amazing. Well shit turns out evrything was complete bull. You talked to other girls saying the exact same thing, you even tried to get nude pics. THE FUCK? I really did think you liked me, I mean we kissed, we cuddled and sweet talked, we talked on the phone almost every night. But you’re just, you’re horrible. I hate you. And it takes a lot for me to hate a person.
Fuck you Charlie.
Sorry I can’t be like my sister, mom and dad. I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you want. I’m sorry my straight A’s, good behavior, and getting accepted into Honor classes aren’t enough for you. I was trying because I wanted you to be proud. But my best will never be enough, right? I’ll never match up to my sister, right? I know that’s what the both of you think. It’s okay, because to be honest, I don’t care what you guys think of me anymore, I’ve been trying so hard to please you. But now, I’m only going to try for myself. Because yes, I do actually want a good future. I will prove you wrong, mom, dad, Shaina, all of you. I will make something of myself.
In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.
I miss this. All of this.
And by clingy I mean I’ll always want to talk to him, I would want to see him everyday if possible and have the strongest urge to never stop hugging him. I wouldn’t rely on him for everything but rather have a need for him to be by my side all the time, which results into me missing him deeply. He would probably never leave my mind there will always be a small thought in my head of him no matter what.