February 2011
“Goddamnfuckin’ next time she comes at me foul I will rip her to shreds.
...”
– My best friend. Oh how I love you.
January 2011
Reblog if you actually don't smoke weed.
Because I don’t.
And to think.
For a minute there, I actually believed that I was beautiful.
Sometimes, I just feel like saying...
Fuck you.
No one cares.
