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cl0thes0ff: I’ve been working out a lot today and felt better about my body so thought i’d submit. I know im not the skinniest blah blah blah heres my url y0usuckk.tumblr.com
I have the right to remain violent, Anything you say will be used to silence So shut the fuck up! With your BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! Rip your face off like Texas chainsaw Born into a world! That was turned against me I turned into something they never thought
remember how i asked ppl for their real names in my giveaway? here’s the reason why: a button that i had sent out as a giveaway prize in fucking march just came back to me in the mail. im pretty salty about having spent 7 bucks on international
*sneakily fixes the link on the last question becuase im fuck’n tired and put the wrong link.* DUNTJUDGEME-
Blah I’ve grown attached to you and I know you have to me too but I don’t wanna ruin our perfect platonic love relationship that we’ve created by being too needy because I have a bad habit of doing that XD
putzes:i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” like, i get it, i’m about
sukebe-kun: (Rough translation) LobsangRM: Gin: This is… where everything in our world… ended. Shin: Blah blah blah, you’re so noisy. You guys in heat or something, bastards? Kagu: With only that much, aren’t you 100 years too early to call
theyareappreciated: Beautiful Latina…JohnSmite Exclusive!!!!! (for about 2 minutes before niggas start making up stories about how she’s some slore they use to fuck blah blah blah)
nietzscheisdead:i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” i get it, i’m about
helldevilsfromsatanland: i feel like i can’t go anywhere anymore without people soothsaying my downfall. even the cashier at taco bell was all “the flock of crows taken to following you portent a disastrous and blah blah fucking blah,” like, i
365words: The only problem with moving on from your past is that you move on to all of the “What’s next?” moments that are equally as terrifying and you still have no fucking idea after all this time.
Called a guy out yesterday for just straight up falling off the face of the earth and not answering my texts, a day after he was all omg I can’t wait to meet you blah blah and being needy and shit, YET always looking at my snapchat story. Oh, he
i’ve been cold ever since i got off of bart last night. my nose is freezing. cj and i fell asleep around 3am because we HAD to watch an episode of Mad Men. It’s at a fucking ridiculous point in the season (we’re on the second). i have
fuck.fuck.fuck.
i.fuck.up.everything.
This.never.fucking.fails.
fuck school; i just wanna dance.
I hate the fact that it’s been so long and I’m not even over you. Not even a little bit, not even at all. That’s what these sleepless nights do. They serve as a constant reminder of you. Blah.
Most of the time,
It's so cold
I am seriously considering deleting my Tumblr,
Ugh, fuck off.
I have a tendency to fuck everything up
I know I’m yours, and you’re mine, but I really really really would like it if you were my boyfriend. I hate relationships, I really do but I don’t want anyone else to have you, ever. You’re insanely fucking adorable in almost every little fucking
I just woke up and I’m already crying. Wtf is this? I just wanna lay under the covers all day.
Dying my hair back to red or copper red sometime this week or next because fuck dark brown hair.
Some days I feel capable of actually becoming a decent and functioning human being, then there’s days like today where all I want to do is hide under my blankets and fucking die.
I hate gut feelings, because they’re almost always right. Hopefully I’m just being paranoid, and it’s really nothing. Blah.
Don’t even want to go to EDC anymore. Nothing is the same anymore with anyone. I seriously just want to crawl into my bed and fucking die at this point. I don’t give a fuck anymore. Done trying to be nice. Done pretending to be happy. My
I always have mental breakdowns at the worst possible times. Seriously fuck my life.
I hate distance so fucking much, if you were here things would be so fucking different. I hate it. I hate it. I fucking hate it. It fucking kills me.
I cannot stand when people pretend to like Sailor Moon and other anime, or manga just because it’s become something cool & trendy lately. Seriously fuck off, it’s pretty easy to tell if you’ve watched an anime you claim to love or
Doubt I’m going to Q-dance unless someone buys me a ticket now before it sells out and I’ll pay them when I have the money. But that’s unlikely. So fuck my life.
Actually, I lied. I hate the notifications being on a separate page. Blah.
I don’t trust anyone anymore. Blah fucking blah.
I feel so ugly and disgusting tonight. That will probably never change. I feel everything at once, but nothing at all. My mind is so beautiful and profound, but I can never find the right words to explain exactly how I feel. I’m apathetic, but so
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Q-dance was lovely, but all the events of yesterday are now fucking with my head.
Distance always fucks everything up. Blah.
I don’t understand how some people can have so many social networking accounts. I have like 3 I actually use and not every day, anymore than that on a daily basis gives me the worst fucking anxiety I cannot.
Sooooo over all these Armin fan boys and fan girls. Why would you ever pay 117 for an arena with seating to see him? I don’t give a fuck who you are Insomniac, Skills, Hard, Q-dance etc. nothing done in a little arena production wise is spectacular
Tumblr makes me feel so insecure about my body/ boobs mostly when I see a billion other girls a day that look a billion times better than I do on here. It’s depressing and pathetic that I let this bother me, but blah.
People fucking piss me off so much, I just want to live in a little house in the forest with tons of animals, or anywhere as long as I could be surrounded by pretty things, animals, and music. I understand animals better than people. That’s all
I fucking hate bras so much. They fucking hurt my back so much after awhile. They are bad for your boobs. I wish I could just go around without a bra and not be noticed or harassed, but clearly that’s not going to happen. Fuck bras.
I feel fucking horrid right now. I just want to, need to, be held or I’m going to go insane. This anxiety is going to be the death of me.
There is literally no point on asking for someone’s opinion on something, then getting mad at their response. You fucking asked, so be prepared to hear things you don’t want to hear, because I’m not here to fucking sugarcoat things for
I don’t want to go to school anymore. I don’t want to be here anymore. I’m so tired, and I’m so done with all of this, and I simply don’t care anymore. Fuck this.
I’m so fucking nostalgic for the past tonight, for people, places, colors, memories, scents, sensations, and sounds that no longer exist in this life. I will never be able to go back to those things; I can only replay the memories over and over
Why do you fuck with my head like this?
LMAO when someone reblogs all these sexual things, but when it comes down to it, they’re not even interested in doing those things. Why the fuck do you pretend to like things when you clearly don’t do them?
It really bothers me that I have to rely on Facebook for people to socialize with me. When I don’t have Facebook, no one talks to me at all. It’s fucking pathetic really.
I wish I could erase you from my mind completely. All you ever did was cause me things I never, ever, ever wanted to feel. I fucking hate you. I don’t ever want to think of, see, or feel anything that has to do with you ever again. I am sick of
Meh fuck feelings tonight.
Feelings are fucking stupid.
I’m being an overemotional piece of shit tonight and I can’t fucking stand it.
I am such a jealous piece of shit and it ruins everything always.
Blah.
TVD is actually good again now that there’s no love triangle bullshit dragging it down and ruining it and the constant prattling on about Elena and blah blah blah is over Now the show can actually DO things and move on
It fucks me up to have just realized that I’ve never really lived my life for me… It’s always been for someone else and maybe that’s why I’ll always have this unfillable void. Like, i don’t wanna fucking be here no more, i havn’t
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