stickerxofxlove:

the worst feeling is when you’re so disgusted with yourself even though you’ve showered, brushed your hair, got dressed for the day, brushed your teeth done everything to make your appearance better done everything to feel clean yet you still feel so gross

remnant-thoughts:

Looking at her was like looking
off the edge of a cliff.
It made you wonder what it
would be like to fall, and you
kind of want to jump.
Dive head first for her,
but you’re afraid of heights.

So you back away.

(via wonderinggsoulss)

lesboflow:

thesteppinrazor:

operameister:

thisismythanksgivingurl-gobble:

agentgreenfishy:

poselikeateam:

fuck-i-just:

Next time a blocked number calls you answer like this: “Jim’s whore house. You got the dough, we got the hoe.”

Why does this not have any notes?

lol no “Nashville sperm bank, you squeeze it we freeze it. how may I help you?”

“Henderson’s Morgue, you stab em, we slab em, this is Eight Ball speaking.”

“Texas crematorium you kill ‘em we grill ‘em how can I direct your call?”

Pro tip: Don’t do this if you recently applied for a new job.

My work always calls me on a private number but I’ve been there for two years so they would expect this out of me. (Looking at you Sarah).

(via wonderinggsoulss)

frecklyredhead:

“You know someone is important to your soul when you’re willing to break a thousand times over just to have them in your life”

rewrittenyouhere:

There’s something to be said about the moment you realize you’ve fallen out of love with someone. You wait for that familiar twist in your gut, or that rush of feverish lust come face to face. But it doesn’t come. The thought of them with someone else may bother you, but not like it used to. You don’t want to be theirs now, but you miss the thought of being their only. And even after awhile, a part of you misses the feelings that came when you caught a glimpse of that person. You almost will yourself to feel it again, but you realize fast that yes, you still love them, but you’ll never be in love with them again. And there’s that freeing kind of sadness that comes with that, almost like finding an old picture at the bottom of a dusty box, that silently thanks them for giving you something they had no idea they could give.