It hurts that you’re not over him. I try not to show it, but it does. Maybe when this started, I didn’t really mind; I was more understanding. But I thought that after everything we’ve done together in the few weeks this has been going on that I might have helped you forget about him. I guess I was fucking mistaken. I’ve vaguely learned about this in psychology: if I try to think about this rationally, I’m pretty sure I can avoid any depression. In other words, I know this pain is irrational, but I’m choosing to keep it that way. What’s wrong with me? Do I enjoy misery? Or do I just enjoyyou too much?

05/03

You left something incredible, Ruben… You dumb fucking coon.

(via c0untessbathory)

04/20

This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t be mad. I guess I was just looking forward to hanging out with you. I’m probably just pissed that you left me waiting for an hour, only to have you ultimately tell me that we weren’t going to hang out. And then they asked me, “Why were you waiting?” “No reason — just killing time.”

And she didn’t wanna watch it. Fuck my life. -_-

(Source: yelyahwilliams)

04/16

Looking through her twitter and finding tweets about you — that’s wassup. ;)
Saturday in the back of my mom’s shitty minivan.

(Source: obsexxed, via girls-sounds-colors)

(Source: , via technohell)

<3

Just kiss me already, girl. ;)

i like her. :)