January 2010
24 posts
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meganbull:
god i hate getting attached to people. i’m so angry with you right now, possibly irrationally but i don’t care. it feels like you let me down. maybe i just saw you as someone you weren’t, i can’t blame you for that.
rereading that makes me feel like a twat.
http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kwgn1hLFZY1qzkpt9o1_400.gif
goodbye tumblarity, thank fuck for that
mollysioux:
because A) i don’t feel like a complete failure and disgrace since mine never got above what, -4?
B) hopefully it’ll stop people posting such generic and meaningless shite in attempt to gain tumblarity and reach some sort of internet stardom. I don’t want my dashboard being filled up with the same boring pictures of ash stymest (even if he is beautiful) anymore, thank you!
and C)...
yes please
half pint lager half pint dr pepper shot amaretto
love stinks!
To die, to sleep, no more and by a sleep to say we endThe heartache, and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep.. To sleep, perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes...
yo big fat mumma
Strangely disturbing representations of things we can’t achieve, a cruel and mocking image of what we wish we might be, and certainly a reflection of the imitations of life. Perhaps what is so frightening about them to me is that there are real people out there who are just as empty, plastic and pretty. Mannequins built to look like people, and people who strive to look like mannequins. Who...