I smell it in the air. It’s coming.
HALLOWEEN MONTH HAS BEGUN!
Painfully average looking with a great sense of humor and always down to get drunk
I know that I’m hard to love. Some days I’m all smiles and affection and then other days there’s nothing I want more than to be quiet and lie in bed.
Sometimes I get angry about stupid things and won’t want to talk to you. Other days I’ll think that you’re the most perfect person in the world.
Please don’t give up on me. I know it’s not easy but I’ll always come back to you.
Letters to the next (I hope you try)
Me. This is fucking me.(via f4qsw4q)
you with no subtext. No guilt,
no anger, no expectation
that you’ll fix it. I don’t want
you to feel bad or to tell
me it will get better. This
is where we are meant to be
right now – me apart from you,
my hands a little empty and
my heart a little sad.
I just miss you.
I wanted you to know.
when did we replace the word “said” with “was like”
and forget the night before
but I’ve learned you
can never drink enough
to forget the people
you’ve loved and lost.
|—||Beau Taplin || A most unfortunate truth. (via perfect)|
do you just ever get so mad that you mentally insult every single thing that people do around you
"hey i finished this question" good for you little fucking brat like wow didnt anyone teach you not to boast