run till your lungs give out;

(Source: k4ys)

butthesunalwayscomesouttomorrow:

le me is back

felicitytsee: me. 

felicitytsee:

when you had no one, who was the one who made you smile? who was the one who told you that things would only get better? i’m the one who looked past your faults and what everyone said about you, and you gave me close to nothing in return. you only gave me empty compliments and smiles every now…

I’m giving up

I’m burned out, tired of trying.

No matter what I do, it’s never been enough.

I waited too long…missed the best thing that could’ve been….

(Source: yanilavigne.net)

(Source: highoffalovee)

To all the people who only come to me when they need stuff.

To all the people who only come to me when they need stuff.

I really can’t picture anyone having a crush on me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can’t picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phones when we’re talking. I mean like; why would they even do that? I’m just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.

accelll:

It’s this asinine way of thinking that will insure no individual ever will have a crush on you, think about you before they fall asleep, tell their friends about you, get butterflies after you say hi or smile, or smile at their computer screens or cell phones.

High self-esteem is very important you know.

All traces of this post deserve to be deleted.

(Source: its-a-girl-thing)

Chaotic Neutral: Read this 

cliffordthecorrupt:

Read this.

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.


If:
H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K
8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%

And:
K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E
11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%

But:

jalousie:

The only time people ever contact me is if they want something from me. And then I do it for them, because you know, I’m a good friend and all, and then they disappear again. Thank you so very fucking much.

missjhaydee:

RETRO!!

Why do we miss people who will never miss us?

We’re never going to see each other again. And she hates me. So why does my mind keep going back to her? 

honeyforthehomeless:

Charles Bukowski

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