REALEST zodiac sign stuff

  • Aries: self-centred competitive cunts but still sweet
  • Taurus: nice as heck but dont show much emotions and eat a way too much
  • Gemini: smooth lunatic manipulative assholes but geniuses
  • Cancer: dependant, emotionally unstable lullabies and probably the nicest persons you know
  • Leo: most generous and selfish at the same time attention whores
  • Virgo: steady fuckers that probably have an OCD
  • Libra: double-faced childish bitches but they know how to look good tho
  • Scorpio: paranoid psychos that think about dry humping all day long
  • Sagittarius: funny but rude, one night stands big winner
  • Capricorn: cold-hearted motherfuckers without any social skills
  • Aquarius: weird hipsters that always try to sound deep and different but VERY open-minded
  • Pisces: sensible compulsive liars, daydreamers and super gentle but hypocrites

Get out of my house

I tell you everything, you act like you give zero shits, you make me completely embarrass myself all around town just because of your casual fuck ups. You won’t even help me. You would rather live and watch from your safe and comfortable lifestyle and watch me fight for air and drown. You started fake sobs and hugged me, you’re pathetic.. How dare you claim you love me. All I wanted was a little support about this. Just leave. Honestly, I’m so fucking irritated.


Tell me you miss me again.

Six word story (8.28.14)

Bad goose on the loose last night.

I was so done with being at home, so I left out my window to hangout at my ex’s house. It doesn’t make sense to me either, honestly. The whole train is such a fuck up. Actually though, the night started off a little bit stale, but as the evening went on, it wasn’t as bad as I though it would be. Just a few friends hanging out, drinking some tastytasty vodka and playing some video games. My ex bought me the one thing I was missing in my life last night; he bought me sharp cheddar cheese. My favorite. I sliced it up along with some crackers, walked upstairs to start a movie to slowly drift asleep too, and somewhere between that, my ex joined me. I could tell he felt bad about everything he’s done to me, and he’s such a nice guy when he’s not being an idiot. It was a quiet little evening, that eventually turned into 4am. We sat up in bed with the stars outside, and chit chatted about what we truly wanted in life. I remember him telling me that he wished things were the same when we fell in love, and that he misses having me around more often. At one point I wanted to apologize for everything, but I didn’t feel the need to. Sure, we’ve hurt each other in a lot of unkind ways in the past, but at least I was completely honest with what I had to fess up to. Last night was so nice, because we could feel each others raw emotions just from the sound emerging from our shaken lungs. He told me that I did a lot better at telling the truth than he did; which was true. We still talk about every day or so. I’d like to still be friends. It’s hard. We both know how we both feel about each other, but I’m afraid that at this point, it would mean that we’re either friends, or we are nothing. He won’t let me “just” be his friend, because he will always think that I am his to take for his own. I don’t want him to try and hold me when we’re out, I don’t want him to hold my hand, I don’t want him to make me feel guilty for the choices that I have made. I’m a smart girl when it comes to what I want, and I won’t stop until I reach that goal. And honestly, fuck any of you who have ever said that my opinions were stupid, or my ideas were unrealistic. I’m giving myself a chance to live and be happy again, either support me or get the fuck out. At the end of the day, I belong to myself, before anyone.
Rant over. 😕


Write drunk, edit sober.

Ernest Hemingway (via psych-facts)

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