I really wish i had boobs.
These thoughts in my head are killing me inside.
The internet seriously does ruin relationships it fucking sucks. I’m just laying in bed browsing instagram and looking through random peoples pages and link and doing whatever as im laying in bed and there i see a photo of my boyfriend with a group of people.. i didn’t know about this shit when the hell was this. so basically he ditched me.. pretended he didn’t feel well .. and then according to him his friends stole him from his house… and that night he has the balls to say im going to sleep now i love you goodnight… im seriously done.. i need a fucking man in my life not some 22 year old boy who lies all the time about going out with friends.. its really annoying.. i tell him EVERYTHING that i do even if its going to make him upset just so that he knows who im with and what im doing.. done seriously done.. last straw. goodbye.
My taste in music ranges from “you need to listen to this” to “I know, please don’t judge me.”
names are fuckin weird, like your parents just choose a sound that identifies who you are as a human being for the rest of your life
I felt like a liar and a fraud every time I called my son by his name for the first week of his life. I wanted to take it all back and call him Baby until he was eighteen and could go off into the woods on his spirit journey and find his true name and come home and tell it to me.
damn that’s really poetic
we still call my brother baby & hes 18 now