Partying like slut is no cool. Boys may come and get u and u might think ur cool with that and everyones cool about it, I assure u they all think ur a rag and that’s nothing to b proud of u. Go feed yourself some self respect.
#respect #speak #personal #me #thoughts
I love how I trick people I’m quiet and not giving a damn about everything when I’m like “oh wt the fuck is wrong with her?, What the hell is that fucking dog doing on top of that rusty roof?, Gosh you have horrible mouth! That freaking cupcake topping you eat taste like goat poop, your stories r fucking immature get a life, I wonder how boys like u they probably jst chose u to feed their ego, I hope lightning will struck u” inside.
#personal #me #speak
i don’t go to parties with people i don’t trust. so if i tell u”let’s go to parties some time or hangout” then i trusted u. If i say “i have facebook bt i don’t really use it” that’s suppose i dn want to b friend with u. If i only listen while u talk and smile or nod then that means i responded in a violent reaction mentally.
#personal #me #dictionary #self
Maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people.
Maybe then we’ll be better for each other.”
– Unknown (via psych-facts)
– Sonny Franco (via cultivate-solitude)
funerals are so depressing. i want a parade when i die. cupcakes. airhorns. dancing. maybe even a murder mystery game with me as the person who was murdered.
– Fanny Price, Mansfield Park (Jane Austen)