Don’t pretend you care about me. Don’t dare say you miss me. As for loving me, you don’t destroy the people you love. 

Nothing will ever rid me of the memory of sitting in my gown, with my head in my hands and tears running down my face, while all of my friends danced with their fathers on the night of their graduation. Nothing. 

Try and sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Light up a cigarette. Lay down a line. Pretend that nobody else suffered at your hands. 

A big fuck you to tumblr for causing me to fail my exams, drop out of school, and inevitably become a stripper.

I want a Colton Haynes for Christmas. Only a Colton Haynes will do.

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colormecurvy:

I hate the phrase “boys will be boys” and I think it should be replaced with “bad parenting results in assholes”

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In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.
Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies (via 4mbivalent)
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barbies-not-even-perfect:

stayfearless134:

This describes teenagers everywhere. You put up with so much throughout the day and as soon as that door closes you just break down.

god bless this post.

barbies-not-even-perfect:

stayfearless134:

This describes teenagers everywhere. You put up with so much throughout the day and as soon as that door closes you just break down.

god bless this post.

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