You aren’t cool. You are a pot head and a slut. Go die.

You are a two faced bitch that can’t seem to do anything worthwhile. You lie to someone that calls you a best friend and all you do is start shit. I will keep saying what I have to say and won’t shut up…so just leave me alone.

You are just an idiot.

I can’t stand you.

You are so irritating and it pisses me off that I like you so much.

I really have an issue with people. Everyone just seems to have the great power of pissing me the fuck off.

I find it funny that you need to lie so you don’t have to go out. If you don’t want to hang out just say that. Do not say that you are going to go to bed right after dinner because you are sick. You act like a 5 year old. You never want to go out. You never want to do anything that doesn’t involve being home or being in your chair at home. Like when are you going to grow up and get out of the house every once in awhile? Seriously. GTFU

I feel like if my mind had a face it would look like this.

I feel like if my mind had a face it would look like this.

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My cat tigger is amazing. First of all he loves to lay and watch movies. And tonight, well this morning, we put on swingers with Vince Vaughn and it said “this is intended for mature audiences…viewer discretion advised” he proceeded to bury his head into the pillow. I told him he was allowed to watch the movie and he popped his head back out. I love him to pieces.

Love.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


Ellie: Can I hold your hand?
Carl: No.
Ellie: But why?
Carl: Because it’ll hurt when you let go.

Ellie: Can I hold your hand?

Carl: No.

Ellie: But why?

Carl: Because it’ll hurt when you let go.

(Source: chrisjgnferre)

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And I’ll say yes, you look wonderful tonight.