This made me laugh really hard.
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This made me laugh really hard.
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I love this.
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What do you call a woman who has a lot of sex? Her name.
GOD FUCKING YES, that.THIS. WHOLE. PICTURE. <3
Oops, sorry, this picture automatically reblogged itself.
this whole picture is just great
Sorry for the color, but this HAS to be on my blog.
This is why I am proud to be apart of THIS generation!
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The moment a guy tries to question what I do, who I see, or talk to, I loose interest. I should have warned him ahead of time, I should warn him now, but I feel like if I have to warn him then he’s not the guy for me. I’m upfront, I’m honest, I’m an open book, but if we don’t have a title, I’m not your baby, and if I’m not your baby you don’t get to question me.if you don’t like this that’s fine, you don’t have to put up with it you can walk away too. Another one bites the dust.
I have to remind myself of who I am.
Who I was, and who I was beginning to become.
You tricked my heart into believing in love.
But I stole that back.
I am a new girl
Lost without my heart
I have to remind myself of who I am
a beautiful girl
who loves to write
who fantasizes about being caught in a lightning storm
I have to remind myself of these things
I refuse to let you steal my self worth
you’re not good enough for that
I have to remind myself of who I was beginning to become
a girl with inspiration
ideas of a beautiful life
you caught ahold of those dreams,
not anymore my friend, not anymore.
I am a girl
with brown eyes
who loves writing.
I don’t know why some things feel so good to do when you know that it’s so bad. Even after acknowledging how stupid a situation is or may turn out to be, there’s this addicting aspect that comes into play. Setting yourself up for disaster yet going through with it all with no hesitation.
Story of my love life
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To have this kind of intensity would be amazing

Hit home
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I guess when you’re young, you just believe there are many people whom you’ll connect with. Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.
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I don’t want to hold your hand. I don’t want to just kiss you at the end of the night. I don’t want to know your story. But I do want to know you. Every inch. Every sensation that you are made of.
I want to study you. Not just with my eyes. I can’t know you just by sight. I have to know…