*has emotional breakdown choosing what to eat at a restaurant*

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For which f are you drinking to? Fuck, forget, or fun?

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Forget.

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I cant wait until I can roll over at 2 a.m. to find your lips instead of a text (via fredosadtana)

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  • my bf: *doesnt reply*

  • me: [fuck this, I can do so much better than this ashy ass bitch. what am I supposed to do with some lil dick for the rest of my life anyways??? let me call his best friend MATTER OF FACT LET ME CALL HIS BROTHER. he’s not even that cute for me to be stressing over him. only reason I dated him is cause my girl told me to give his lil ugly ass a chance I'm over it tho, next! ha ha!]
  • my bf: my bad I had to pee. 

  • me: I thought you did! wassup babe 😍😛
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You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home. AMOR FATI. (epik high)

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supnikita:

how can i be ready for future when i’m not even ready to get up in the morning

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  • someone: what are your plans for the weekend
  • me: who knows
  • me: (i know)
  • me: (i'm not leaving the house)
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Her eyes were so full, and her heart so empty. Marcel Proust, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower (via whyallcaps)

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We mature with the damage, not with the years. Mateus William  (via alexislindsey)

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  • me on monday: 5 more days
  • me on tuesday: 4 more days
  • me on wednesday: 3 more days
  • me on thursday: 2 more days
  • me on friday: 1 more day
  • me on saturday: 7 more days
  • me typing in 2009: Hi there! This is a fun email thingy. What r u doing?????? Wow typing is really hard lol.
  • me typing in 2010: Hay guise! It's meh wtf lmao! I don't have ADHD i just IS THAT A PANCAKE TACO TURTLE LOL :3 xD
  • me typing in 2011: Oh my god, are you all illiterate? What do you think this is, 2006? Grow up, you lot of nine-year-olds. Nobody wants to have the Internet tainted with your scum.
  • me typing in 2012: lol whats happening hoo Dis
  • me typing in 2013: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • me typing in 2014: hella
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.  John GreenPaper Towns (via feellng)

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