kids such a dick.

you didnt make me an alcoholic, i can just talk about it ALL I WANT cause im not stuck following your rules.

im not trying to make you feel bad, cause obvs I COULD GIVE A FUCK. so looks like youre the one that still cares if you keep tweeting about me.

i dont need your dumbass thinking i want you. sorry i like doing whatever the FUCK i want. hey look i can say fuck now. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YOUUUUU.

hehe

The urge to have sex.

And the urge to fight with one another.

It’s these natural urges that broke us apart. Maybe it naturally just wasn’t meant to be from the very beginning.

1. wear leggings, a sports bra, some vneck and a victorias secret pink pullover
2. put on cute brown riding boots
3. curl a few strands of your bed head hair with a straightener because again, too lazy to use an actual curling iron
4. put on a scarf
5. put on a peacoat.
6. voila. comfortable and no one knows that all you really have on is an old sports bra, leggings and a sweatshirt.

gotta start somewhere