Second Star To The Right

[kylostantrums]

[msmoonbebe]

I don’t think any good men are left

[saoirseronanswife]

she was so right about this

[msmoonbebe]

True.

[msmoonbebe]

And another thing...

Fuck all you guys who are in relationships and married messaging me.

I’m not talking about the occasional “hey this photo of you is hot” etc.

I’m literally talking about you assholes trying to convince me to give up my morales to sleep with you. GO HOME TO YOUR WIFE.

I admit, I have slept with a married man, twice. One didn’t have any evidence he was married, no ring, no pictures, no status etc. I found out after the fact. He got me drunk, (he doesn’t drink) and slept with me. When I confronted him, he said they were seperated. The next week they are in Mexico on a cruise. I was coming out of a relationship, heartbroken. Not making excuses, but it’s all wrong.

The other time, I knew. I was blackout drunk. Halfway through I was like “wait no fuck this”

Both times the guys wouldn’t leave me alone. I had to block one, and actually tell my former boss to make him leave me alone, since it was his friend.

The other faded away and hits me up all the time.

He knows what I’ve gone through lately, and is trying to use is it against me. Telling me “karma” isn’t real.

Maybe it’s not, but my fucking morales are.

I’m not that girl.

I’ve done a lot of growing over the last few years and will continue to do so, and i won’t be going down to these levels.

So listen up, if this behavior continues, I will post screen shots. Know your place.

[msmoonbebe]

I don’t care about your fucking workouts!

STOP POSTING ABOUT IT

Someone needed to say it

[aphroditeinfurs-deactivated2017]

[olreid]

ok i know we already knew she gets it but……. she Gets it

[msmoonbebe]

This is the end.

Goodbyes are hard. Harder when you don’t get to say them.

You, the old you, will ALWAYS be my favorite person. I know in my heart i will never love anyone like i love you. You made me feel seen and free, in all aspects of my life. For a moment, our friendship was untouchable, unshakable. No one understood it, and we didn’t care. The love we had for each other was intense, and ultmaley, I assume for you, our undoing.

For me, it was how quickly “things” over took you. It changed you. You became mean and callous, even delusional. But I guess that’s what addiction does. It crumbles you, fucks your mind so bad, you don’t even notice. Suddenly, everything else is the problem, not the drugs. Not the addictions. It’s the people who care. And we are the ones who suffer more in a way. We are left with the former shell of someone, and now i don’t even recognize who you are. Time seems to keep going, but in your mind it was “just last week” when we talked, hungout, were “ok”. It’s actually been 3 months since we’ve hungout or seen each other. It’s been weeks since we’ve talked.

And the lies. God. Lies i told myself, lies ind others, lies you told me, lies to yourself. Cocaine is disgusting. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate what’s it’s done, what you’ve let it done.

I miss you so fucking much; but I’ve been missing your for months, even when you were around.

I hope one day, you will get clean, you will grow, you will heal. I cannot be around for it anymore. Not because I don’t love you, not because I don’t care, bur because i love and care TOO MUCH. And it’s killing me.

I will always cherish you, I will always love you.

[everhthinginsidemyhead]

[msmoonbebe]

My life in a gif

[bapouro]

[hotvampireadjacent]

[msmoonbebe]

YEP

[rachel-weisz]

[msmoonbebe]

That smile. The laugh. The late nights. The amazing conversations. The dumb conversations, and all the conversations in between. All the bonding. The fun times. Even the sad times, making me feel not so alone and human. The looks, even the ones you think I never noticed. The all day texts, the ramblings, the slumber parties. The joints smoked, the jokes. The video games. The list could go on forever and ever.

But we can’t. No longer do you seem to care, you “outgrew” me what seems to be overnight. You say you haven’t changed, but you really have. How much is it the fucking drugs, messing with you, leaving you a former shell of yourself; and how much is it just you being damaged and pushing me away. Telling me I’m your family and best friend to not even batting an eyelash when i tell you I need you, or that you’ve hurt me.

One day you will wake up and realize i was 100 percent real to you.

[qvotable]

“I knew I did from the first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.”

— Mhairi McFarlane // You Had Me At Hello

[msmoonbebe]

But you fucking ruined that didn’t you.

[msmoonbebe]

Haunted booty

[msmoonbebe]

Oldie but a goodie

[msmoonbebe]

Apparently

I can’t smoke cigars on here either

[msmoonbebe]

My clothed butt is now considered porn

Good to know. Damn it i lost all those photos

[mysecrethobbithole-blog]

Rain.

[msmoonbebe]

Special day

Today.

I wish I could have spent it with you. Instead it’s been reduced to a few word text. Seems so empty and emotionless.

I thought of how this day could’ve gone; should’ve gone....

I would’ve done everything in my power to show you how special you are, to make you really feel loved. I hope that you at least get that from someone.

I wish it would get easier, not being in each other’s lives, but the truth is, it’s just getting harder and harder with each passing day. You pop up every now and again, with very forced and fake texts, and it kills me. I miss you with everything inside of me, and I just can’t take it anymore.

So as you (hopefully) blow out some candles today, I hope you make a wish, and whatever that is, I hope it comes true for you. And I mean that. And in my mind, I will be making a wish as well.