I fucking hate how I still care about you, when its a fact that you could careless about me. I hate how I still get jealous when you talk to other girls. You make it seem like you try to keep it a secret that we still talk. You hug me and kiss me when we hang out like were still together, but you don’t even feel the same so why even go there? I love you, but I don’t want to be your fucking rag doll that you can do whatever you want to and only talk to me when you need me around. Sooner or later I’m not going to be there because of the way you act towards me and treat me. If you dont want me aroud just fucking tell me.
“I gave in and made one. Ask me questionzzzz”
what do you mean you can’t hang out i showered for this
i shaved for this
i put a bra on for you.
i got off tumblr for you
i am wearing real pants
I went outside
i got out of bed
i woke up
(Source: zackisontumblr, via i-am-the-flying-penguin)
I can relate a lot to how Tony felt. Bummed, alone, no one really cares. Maybe that’s why I look up to him a lot, he understands that feeling of being all alone and confused and most likely misunderstood. It just kills me that once in his life, Tony truly felt how I feel now, alone.
This is so me.
(Source: hornsover-heels, via cunt-is-what-we-aim-for)
“Your muscles have a certain memory about them. When you spend a long enough time with someone your bodies memorize each other, you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes. And the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm.
Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing.”
Josh Beattie (via kitty-en-classe)
“Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you.”
- Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via patsta)
please please please don’t leave me. i need you, i love you.
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