Hahah. This is cuutee.
Some of you people are so gullible.
Stop reblogging that post about Tumblr censoring your Tumblr and losing all your contents. I mean, it’s obviously not real. What does CNN have anything to do with Tumblr anyways?
I can make a post and add the source as cnn.com
Are you going to believe this post was from CNN, too?
Smoooooth.
I see you’re quite eloquent, targeting girls of innocence and using your verbal sense to capture their interest.
I see you telling them that they are beautiful, not just in a physical sense but you are also supposedly referring to their “soul,” even though you hardly even know her yet.
I see you complimenting their features, tellin’ her she’s pretty in every single way yet you’re looking right through her.
Mr. Smooth Talker, “Goodnight” texter, cute voicemails sender.
Your words are as empty as your heart.
No room in there for anyone in particular, yet you reserve just enough space to get inside of her. Then you lie to her, and your words are so beautiful and convincing that she perceives it as a valid excuse as to why you “have” to leave.
You wrote on her heart with pen, and now the pages are soaked with her tears. You walk away fast to avoid watching the ink bleed.
You’re not a gentleman. Just another guy looking to satiate his bottomless hunger for the inner thigh.
Anonymous asked: How are you and your boyfriend?
We had a little argument late last night, but we eventually got over it! I think the last time I saw him was New Years? It’s been awhile so I’m not exactly sure.. But I’ll finally be seeing him this Friday annnd I’m excited and happpy. Haha. :’) Thank you for asking. <3
First Time
It was the first time we had spoken in awhile. First time it felt normal. Without pain, without bitterness, without jealousy and anger. Friends. I used to dread the day that this would happen. Thinking if we could go from completely enthralled in each others lives, to simply a “Hello” and “How are you?”, that what we had hoped for together just wasn’t enough for us to hold on.
I used to think that as long as we remembered how it all started and remembered how much we promised each other, that we would never have to have a conversation about what each other has been up to since we last spoke. Having small talk was never an option because in all our companionship there was never enough room for it.
They say people come and go in our lives for a reason, and that some stay for awhile for the journey together. You live, laugh and love together. But more importantly you learn together. I don’t think I’ve quite understood that till now. It seemed like such a struggle towards the end, that at times it felt like nothing good would come of it.
That it would all just disintegrate and leave us angry, hurt, weak and exhausted, left to mend and fend for ourselves. We spoke and although not much was really said about the past, we both knew that indeed we had come and gone in each others lives for a reason.
We lived, laughed and loved together and through it all; learned. A great deal. So that we could do better and be better for ourselves and anyone else who is to come into our lives. It was the first time we had spoken in awhile and it was the first time I realized that what we had was good after all.
That feeling when you’re with the right people at the right time and there’s nothing but chill vibes and good laughs.
- Me: Omg, you're such a good cuddler.
- Pillow:
- Pillow:
- Pillow:
- Pillow:
- Me: Shhh. Don't speak.
Anonymous asked: how'd you get that background on your twitter?
Settings > Designs > Change background image > Choose a photo > Upload
I haven’t gone to school at all this whole week. I’ve been up all morning the past few days because it’s so hard for me to sleep at night. And I’m still not that tired. It’s funny how I’m more tired and sleepy when I actually do have school the next day. I really don’t want to make up these snow days over the summer, though. -_- And I’m kind of getting a little nervous about the finals because I think I have them next week. School’s been cancelled all week, so I really don’t remember much.. Soo, I’m fucked. Lool. It was nice being away from school, though. And away from all the annoying asss people there.
When someone reblogs something from me saying a stupid or annoying comment, I just want to reblog it from them and tell them to shut the fuck up and shit, but I hold that urge to do so.. -_-
