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I will tell my daughter, don’t ever beg for someone’s time. Don’t ever beg for someone’s attention. And don’t ever beg for someone’s love.
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“I never set out to hurt you… but the thought of you and her burned my heart like the alcohol that burned my throat. I had to close our story because the pages I had written had been ripped out like my heart in my chest and given to different lovers of yours. I knew I wasn’t your only but at least I was one. My vision doubled like the figures of how many other girls you set an eye on when I only had eyes for you. Sitting in a bar,the only thing familiar was the feeling of alcohol rushing to my head. Catching glimpses of familiar faces, and glimpses of you in every single person there, double takes and double vodkas but none of them brought me to you. I had told myself prior that nobody would ever get to hurt me like that again, so I decided to return the favour. The alcohol kept coming, round after round with a boy whispering in my ear and oh my god did I wish it was your voice. I felt like I had been shot, but I numbed it with another kind. His mouth on mine, my heart beating, my vision blurring and for a split second I tasted your lips. I wish I just stayed home.”— - payback hurts too
“I wish I had the time to do that.”
- me, a person who definitely has the time to do that but also has terrible time management skills and most likely to just spend 4 hours getting absolutely nothing accomplished instead of the hundred other things I could and should be doing
I feel personally attacked by the accuracy of this post.
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*gets hit with feelings i thought i was over with* mmm i see that we’re recycling now
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