let’s be real. no one actually likes me. my boyfriend is retarded for thinking i’d be good for him. or maybe i’m retarded for thinking i’d actually be good for someone. either way, i know he’s gonna leave me sometime soon.
and his friend steph… i can’t do it. i can’t. she calls him all the time, yells at him when he’s with me. i can’t do the whole “choose me or her thing” because i can’t do that to someone. ultimatums are terrible, and i know in the long run he’ll choose her.
i had such a great weekend. i really did. but then she kept calling and getting angry and if this is how it’s going to be, i can’t do it. i like him so much but i can’t be the third wheel to their friendship. because that’s how i felt on saturday. like the third wheel.
i’m going to go hide in my bed and cry and i hope he doesn’t call because i won’t pick up.
- Period: You want cookies
- Period: You want to fuck
- Period: You want to fuck while eating cookies.
- Period: Let's be sad about trivial things, shall we?
- Period: Kill them.
- Period: Kill them too.
- Period: Kill them and eat their cookies.
- Period: Shhhh it's okay you'll feel better soon.
- Period: HAHAHAHAHA NO YOU WON'T FUCK YOU.
- Period: Whoops you dropped a spoon better cry
Hi yeah here’s a thing that shouldn’t exist
This blog is basically pictures of girls that have been submitted. But the girls don’t know that the pictures are being taken
And then the pictures are put on the Internet
So yeah signal boost pls
People should be more aware idkI can’t report this on my phone… But this is fucking disgusting and can some others please report this blog.
the hockey fandom here on tumblr sure does have its fair share of drama and scuffles and skirmishes but there is one thing i think that every single last one of us and i mean EVERYONE can agree with
none of us would walk out of a game early if our team was losing.
I’m an idiot. From now on, no matter what happens… if you wanna punch me in the face, or spit in my mouth while I’m asleep, it doesn’t matter. I’m always gonna be watching your back. I think that we both have a light in our stomachs. A special light, like E.T. And the team needs somebody to light the way. My stomach light needs your stomach light. We can all phone home together.
Referring to numbers as hockey players that wear that number on their jersey and no one else understands
my boyfriend is better than anyones at this point because he just hunted down pelle lindbergh memorabilia and got it for me for my birthday. seriously, he’s… he’s the best and i’m crying because he’s so amazing how did i get so lucky?
