"And I hate to say I love you
When it’s so hard for me
And I hate to say I want you
When you make it so clear you don’t want me
I’d never ask you cause deep down
I’m certain I know what you’d say
You’d say: I’m sorry believe me
I love you but not in that way…”
I don’t feel like talking much. I’m sorry. I just want to talk to her.
Welcome to my twisted mind. Behold this picture of a white woman smoking. Lay witness to some pastel flowers. So fucking twisted.
Subconscious thought that should be widely accepted (via frma2z)
a million times this(via suupreme-cunt)
Is no one going to mention the fact that one is completely made of dildos
Thank you anon. Don’t worry, I don’t have any alcohol left, so we’ll see what else I can find to keep my mind off things.