• Everyone at my school's idea of a relationship: Someone asks someone "Will you go out with me?" and the other person says yes. They hug in the hallways, hold hands in the morning before the bell rings, and they kiss at lunch. They say "I love you" after two days. The whole school agrees that they are the cutest couple ever and hopes that they will last.
  • My idea of a relationship: You start talking to each other and is in the "talking stage". One person asks you to go a date with them. You guys go a few more dates. You guys are dating. You guys act like a couple. You hug, you hold hands, you kiss. One person asks you to be their boyfriend/girlfriend. You guys are now officially a couple. You're in one of those relationships where you don't announce it to the whole world but you won't deny it if someone asked. You guys are comfortable around each other, you hang out outside of school. You say "I love you" when the time is right and when you actually mean it.
"To be or not to be? Bitch I might be"
— William Shakespeare (via fabrakay)
crystvllized:

marihvana:

darkened-youth:

c0q:

blurfawn:

sinning-is-winning:

xthethinlife:

This describes everything perfectly..

r.i.p baby

am i the only one who doesnt know her name, who she is and why is she dead?

yes

no idk who she is

that’s brittany murphy u fucks

dont know brittany murphy… im so done with this website.

crystvllized:

marihvana:

darkened-youth:

c0q:

blurfawn:

sinning-is-winning:

xthethinlife:

This describes everything perfectly..

r.i.p baby

am i the only one who doesnt know her name, who she is and why is she dead?

yes

no idk who she is

that’s brittany murphy u fucks

dont know brittany murphy… im so done with this website.

drarna:

REALLY PISSES ME OFF WHEN YOU CATCH YOUR PARENTS GOSSIPING ABOUT YOU TO FAMILY MEMBERS LIKE TALK SHIT GET HIT BITCH

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ugh boys stock life sucks the end

I write for control (because truth is, I’ve always been at the mercy of the people in my life).

When I write, I am God of my own little world. I do as I please with people I’ve made up in my head. I can break a heart, or a bone, or a whole damn country with the flick of my wrist, the click of a pen, the tick of a key. When I write, I am the angel and the devil, the builder and the destroyer. I am the woman king (and you’d better fucking bow down).

— 12/22/12; 1:05 p.m.