(Source: caroxm, via francaispourlavie)
I hate the way you make me feel
To you i’m worthless, a disappointment, a failure, useless, a waste of space, dirt, just pure fucking dirt on the floor. well what can I say you’ve succeeded, the shouting and screaming has worked you got to me and now as I lay here in tears I hope you realise that all i’m thinking is that I want to die so there it is I hope you’re fucking happy with what you’ve done.
ah the joyous feeling that nobody wants you or would ever want to deal with you
I know I do..
If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple “Thank You” will suffice. None of this “How did you get in my house” business. So rude.
(via thatpunnyguy)
So I wonder, if you put enough rubber bands around someone’s head…
THIS WEBSITE IS MADE UP OF PSYCHOPATHS AND DRUGGIES I SWEAR
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I really wanna go buy a latte but it’s 7pm so I prob shouldn’t
u did not
(via legit-humour)
