You never gave a fuck about me, whether I was fucking you or not. The laughs we shared, the inside jokes no one else would never understand, the way you would hold means beg me to stay until you fell asleep meant absolutely nothing to you. And how could I not get attached to something that felt so good? Something that felt safe, secure, like home? I wanted to build something with you. I wanted your sheets to smell like my shampoo after a night of pillow talk, of you kissing my cheeks raw, of giggling until tears streamed down my blushing cheeks. Your name escaped my mouth like word vomit- uncontrollable, out of my grasp. You were constantly on my mind and you only wanted in between my thighs. I wanted you to want me but I won’t beg you anymore. I won’t turn around and make amends, I don’t need your drug anymore. I can be alone.
“About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won’t like you at all.”— Rita Mae Brown (via coral)
(via legallyseagully)
Hey do y'all fucks remember two years ago when just before the election all these “don’t vote both parties are bad” or “vote independent!” Posts were going around and then Trump won and now two weeks before midterms there’s all these “don’t bother voting, revolution is the only way!” And “your vote isn’t gonna matter and is an ineffective way to protest” posts are going around? Yeah knock that shit right the fuck off, don’t fall for it and get your ass to the polls, we are not doing this again.
(via taylorisapuppy)
I feel so fake happy and I bet everybody here is just as insincere. We’re all so fake happy and I know fake happy. (Paramore, Fake Happy)
“Hayley! What are you doing? This isn’t you… who are you?”