Withabrokenwing @onceandfutureme94 - Tumblr Blog

The more I see a person the more I love them, the way they act, move, speek, and everything. But the more I look at my self I just am more disapointed.

How much do I have to drink to forget who I really am... a lot I guess

I struggle these days more that ever, but I try every day to change.

I think I have a drinking problem, or I just have no idea what idea what to do with my life:

cigarettes-and-daddy-issues

beerwiththeboyss

A friend isn’t your friend until they defend you in your absence.

(via lord-edwin)

limoncellolacroix

“MAYBE IT’S NOT MY WEEKEND, BUT IT’S GONNA BE MY YEAR” I scream at 12 am with tears streaming down my face and a bottle of champagne in my hand. it has not been my year yet. it’s not even a weekend today is Thursday

vnting

me @ myself: what the fuck happened to you

avpdghosts

*accidentaly vents to friend* great now i can never speak to them again

flirtygertie

bepeu-deactivated20171202

i want to hollow out a fresh baguette and lay in it for a week

sexemulators

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

(via lord-edwin)

I think when no one has ever loved you that it makes it hard to be loved like everyone can just tell your undesirable

Spending my feb 14 as usual, crying myself to sleep

votedami

I want to be the house that my children’s friends want to come to, because despite whatever they’re facing at home, they’ll know they’ll find a second family with me and mine.