December 2011
I feel like every beautiful girl has perfect boobs except me. -_-
“There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.”
– Fyodor Dostoevsky (via claudere)
The love of God conquers my anger. Just the very thought of His love eliminates my filthy intentions for payback. And it feels much better. My heart feels lighter.
I guess one of these days I’ll look back to this and say it was no sweat.
I’m just so fucking tired. No one is honest. Ever.
You should have knew better in the first place.
This just isn’t fair to me, love. You make me so sad.
Every bone in my body still has the nerve to call you different. Yet you did the same thing all the others have done. Why?
Maybe you are something special. Worth the wait. Worth the ride.
“I’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it— and it’s still I love...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald (via 24ribs)
If you planned on cutting me down, why would you drag me up this high?
I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t ready at all.
Un día usted le dirá que me amó al mismo tiempo.
You’re nothing but a piece of elephant shit.
My mind is made up.
I’m throwing bricks through your comfort zone. You better be ready.
I don't care who you are, you don't go around...
