You see him kissing this new girl and you want to fucking die because the way he’s holding her is the way he held you and you know he doesn’t even think about you anymore and you know you shouldn’t care because he fucked you over and you don’t love him anymore but it still fucking hurts and you know he doesn’t love her you’ve seen him with so many girls since you were with him but it still doesn’t hurt any less. And you try to convince yourself you’re over him but you catch yourself drinking his favorite alcohol trying to taste him again.

(via jessielou24)

Holy shit

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latingirlmp3:

latingirlmp3:

if trump wins you guys have to kill him before january, i’m just saying

i’m not kidding guys

Okay so I’m from Australia so I could be wrong but I’m fairly sure whoever gets voted in doesn’t actually become president until some date in Jan 2017?
In which case if this all goes horribly wrong and trump wins because of all you stupid third party or non voting fucks; there’s still time for him to be assassinated before he can do massive amounts of damage.
I’m not even joking if trump wins I think he will be killed plain and simple. I can only hope.

Honestly pretty sure I want to be single. Feeling so controlled and beaten down all the time

I’m not going to be the girl you marry, but I’ll be the girl you’ll be thinking of 20 years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline.
― e.b.   (via wanduring)

666mami:

ok but like why do I get fucked over all the time

I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine 
and which ones I created to please you.
Lora Mathis, The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You (via larmoyante)

when your “best friend” is supposed to spend the day with but you while your car gets serviced and go for coffee but instead won’t answer their phone at all even though they’re active on Facebook.

Sends you a shitty message 2.5 hours later about how they’ve had the worst nightmares and blah blah.
stupid bitch I can see your snapchat story, I know you went out last night with these new ‘friends’ of yours. And I know from that awesome time stamp photo that you haven’t slept.

Maybe you could just be honest with me. Like for example “went out last night and did a fuck ton of drugs and I was driving around with people when I was supposed to be with you while on said drugs’

fuck this shit I’m over being blown off for these great new people and your amphetamine habit. I’m done