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saigonbacon-deactivated20211010

It breaks my fucking heart when people are bent out of shape over a shitty person. Like baby you can do so much better, don’t forget that.

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my cat has been fucking playing me for weeks, playing me like a fucking harp. I feed my cat twice a day with prescribed diet food because she’s really fat and doesn’t know when she’s full so she never stops eating. usually when I come home from class she is all over me like the whore of babylon all over me putting on a pity party and trying to get me to sin and give her more food but no matter what I only feed her the amount of food for her prescribed diet. but after awhile i started noticing that she wasn’t loosing weight at all and was actually just getting fatter. so I called the vet pissed and i’m just like the fuck she’s still getting fat. so I switched her to another diet food and that still didn’t work and I was so confused and frustrated like what is wrong with this cat? so a couple weeks go by and I start noticing that I go through bags of food really fast like a week fast and I remembered how I thought that was so weird like I God honest could not figure out why the food disappeared so fast (my former naive and innocent mind) well y'all ready here’s the fucking climax - the other day my class was canceled and I come downstairs at like noonish and do you know what I see when I get down? I see my fucking cat sitting in the food bin. with my own two eyes I see her sitting in the fucking food bin. my spoiled ass cat has been eating like a fucking queen and living it the fuck up while I’m in class and then pretends like she’s hungry when I get home. and you know what’s the real kicker? when she leaves the lid gets knocked shut which is why i never caught onto her scam. she’s fucking been working the system and playing the food game right under my fucking nose like i want to scream and now I have to call the vet and the morning and explain to him how I, a well educated adult in college, got one-upped in intelligence by my fucking cat

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me while praying: please, don't let there be a love interest in Captain America Civil War

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me: unless it's bucky

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Your 5 might be somebody else’s 10 so don’t be fucking rude about who people find attractive and about who people love just because you don’t see what they do.

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ChArles.

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"Vodka" by G.M.C.

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I still have this little hope that you’ll comeback. That you’ll miss me and will walk into my life again. You’ll regret leaving me, but you won’t. You won’t. Those 2 words I just can’t accept. I can’t accept that you’re happy without me. I can’t accept that you’ve found someone better. I just can’t accept seeing you happy because that’s all I ever wanted to see when you were with me.

I can’t accept. (via beentough-butstillcheering-youon)

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8:53 pm // thinking about you a lot

thedbldee

Penmanship Poetry #27

"11:59. She held her breath"

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maisjetaime

But baby I cannot breathe when you’re not with me. And though I know we’re siners walking through hell trying our hardest to reconnect and actually participate, We can’t. Baby we cant. I often dwell over our love story and how it made me feel alive. But then i think about the day when you walked away and how you took a part of my soul which i’ve been searching everywhere for. hoping to find it again. But baby i cant. I can’t. I’ve fallen in love with the idea of heartbreak as it made me feel something. I am numb but it’s better then when I was anorexic. I’m sorry, my demons have been screaming lately. I feel this pain in my chest when someone mentions your name and i wonder if this is what it feels like to be dying. To fade away into an infinite amount of nothing and finally feel weightless. But then i remember what it felt like to be in your embrace and how the smell of your favorite cologne felt comforting and I crave it, baby i crave it. And i remember that night when you kissed me gently before whispering in my ear how much you loved and missed me and i cannot help but wonder who taught you to speak bullets and create so many wounds. Your words are symphonies to my ears and baby i’ve been feeling so deaf ever since you left. But i know you’re not the same And i know things have changed But i cannot help but secretely hope For the day when you’re going to wake up and finally come home. Baby you were my home. It still aches when i think about everything and how even though the conclusion is heartbeaking, I fear we are cursed to remain nothing. Absolutely Nothing. I know its only a matter of time Before you forget the color or my eyes Or how i look like at sun rise. You’ll forget about my favorite color And my favoirite gum flavor. You’ll forget everything about me And though i try to make it seem Like its actually fine Baby you and I both know it would be a lie. I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone before. Baby, you built me back up only to tear me down after, Only then did i realize that sometimes the one you’d take a bullet for ends up behind the trigger.

August 6th 2014, Baby i cant seem to say goodbye. (via maisjetaime)

theranger983227-deactivated2025

The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.

L.L (via fleurthorn)

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I love the way you’re trying to forget me. It’s quite amusing really. Watching you as you try to erase me And everything we ever had. Buddy, you have to realize that you cannot get rid of me so fast. Someday you’ll hold another girl’s hand and find yourself comparing how her’s feels inside yours compared to mine. Are her fingers as gracefully long? Does her fist feel as small? Then you’ll move on and kiss her, or maybe another, on a crumby friday evening. You’ll find yourself comparing her lips with mine, as if we were meant to be one. You’ll eventually forget it, and move on from the whole kissing thing. But then one night you’ll quickly find yourself going further with a girl, and though your hormones will feel outrageously satisfied your mind will go completely wild because even though you try to ignore it, the girl wont be me and once you know it, you’ll remember those nights where we laid around in the darkness of my room only to later on fall asleep in each other’s arms. Buddy, i’m telling you now. This girl wont speak the words i whispered at four AM when you couldnt close those green eyes of yours. She wont kiss your scars like I did when they burnt so much you couldnt stop touching them. Perhaps she wont even be able to recognize the pain scattered around your irises the same way I did. She wont draw the same houses and flowers on your bare back when you’re watching “The Shining” late at night. She wont write the same poems, read the same books and listen to the same music. She wont laugh the same or hold you the same. She might not even deal with the way you think, or how depress you really feel. Buddy, this is a notice that you have indeed lost me. And if you happen to see me in your dreams. Dont come for me, dont come for me. I beg you to stay where you are, far away, with the billions of girls you touched yet ceased to love.

Ten words story: My ex-boyfriend is looking for something in every girl he goes for and nobody knows what exactly, perhaps attention or the satisfaction of knowing he leaves scars on girl’s hearts. (via maisjetaime)