If you ate my pussy please don't ever try to disrespect me. Homie I fed you.
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@spentangel
If you ate my pussy please don't ever try to disrespect me. Homie I fed you.
emotionally manipulative things you should never say to people:
“i would kill myself without you”
“everyone leaves me, don’t leave me like they did”
basically anything that guilts the other person into staying in a relationship with you
this post is important
Don’t send me sexual asks I’m just a simple farmer with crops to tend to
here’s some burning sage to cleanse ur blog of bad energies
why is this making me feel so much better
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
“I think beauty is a funny thing, because when people look at me they see “oh your nose is too big” or “your teeth look funny” or maybe even “wow you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”. But to myself don’t see me aesthetically, I see me emotionally. I can look at myself and I don’t see hair color, race, or the brand of clothes I’m wearing, I see damaged goods, I see scars, I see a hellish nostalgia. And that’s okay because no amount of love from another person could mount to the love I have for the graveyard inside of me.”
— my late night thoughts (via cwissi)
guys: I don't like girls who wear too much make-up.
past me: yeah I only wear some eyeliner occasionally and that's about it, maybe some lipstick, but I don't wear a lot of make-up
guys: I don't like girls who wear too much make-up
present me: GOOD THING GIRLS DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THEIR FACES LITERALLY NO ONE DOES THEIR MAKE UP FOR YOU YOU SELF-ENTITLED PRICK
“You shouldn’t point out things about people’s appearances if they can’t fix it in ten seconds.”
— Something my sister said once, that’s become an important thing to me (via legally-undead)
This fucked me up so bad
man: i hope u know how beautiful u really are me, unaffected: i do
I love being alone no one deserves me
Flirting with boys: sarcastic, aloof, almost rolling my eyes, might kick their ass
Flirting with girls: too complimentary, slightly flustered, obviously trying
*looks at boys my age* wow way too young for me
me: *wailing dramatically while wandering the halls of my dark mansion in a long black chiffon dressing gown with a black feather trim that trails behind me about a foot over a simple and elegant black silk slip dress, holding a fully lit candelabra and leaving a trail of wax drippings on my hardwood floors*
my spouse: *turns on the hall light* we fucking talked about this