February 2011
I want a white boyfriend.
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My cousin's hella trollin' on black ops.
Him: “Can I have some fried chicken? Stupid black people. Need to go back to xbox”
"Everything is going to be okay."
HA. Jokes on me. This shit is always just temporary.
Everything was just going swell. Emphasis on was. How did I let myself fall into such a deep hole? I was happy. Then you just let me fall, again. To the ground. Left alone.
I forgive too easily. I apologize easily. I believe easily. I trust easily.
I’m a fool.
For an actual second,
I thought you were serious. Then, I just realized, everybody, and everything around you is just a joke.
Shame on me; for actually believing, for actually trusting your dumbass.
Those people with long/big noses.
Remind me of dinosaurs.
I just wanna get high.
I don't get you.
Yes, I like a mystery. But then, a couple hints would be nice.
One moment, you’ll be talking to me, as if you hella want to. As if you’re actually interested. I’ll try ending the conversation, but you continue to talk.
Next thing, you’re the one ending the conversation. Being gay. As if you’re not interested.
Don’t mess with my head. Por favor.
Sweet talkers.
Adorable as it can be, you don’t know if they’re telling the truth. Or just messing with your mind. Fuck you.
I speak my mind.
Some people like, some don’t. I don’t mind at all. But before you go on my side, know what you’re dealing with. I’m not trying to sound hard, I’m not. But I think I’m too much to handle. Who knows yourself better, than yourself?
Oh shut up.
Stop trying, when you’re not succeeding. You’re trying to make us single people feel better? Ok you’re taken. I wouldn’t want to hear shit like that from you. Hello! I wanna see you single. K. Don’t give me bull shit, oh single life is great, I miss is.. blah blah blah. Um you’d probably cry once you two broke up. Shasta fuck up.
Boys, some of you sweet talk too much.
Some of you don’t realize: you can lead a girl on, you can break her heart, you can make her cry.
Seriously, fuck a vagina, but don’t fuck with feelings.
I hate parents who take their kid's phone.
DAMMIT. I need to contact your daughter/son.
I have the tendency to observe.
Face structure.
I like nice lips; not too dark, not too small.
I like eye brows; not too bushy, not too arched.
I like eyes; color, brightness, not too small, not too far apart, not too close
I like a smile; the one’s with true happiness.
I'm just not that into you.
You & I
C’mon let’s be realistic. There is no you & I. Yes, the sound of it sounds lovely. But we’re too different, by all means. I like different, but we just don’t click. Just not compatible. We try, but there’s nothing. I know it, I wonder if you do. There’s not that magnet attraction. Just imagination.
I, really, really, adore nick names.
Unless your calling someone else the same thing.
I'm not in the mood.
I’m never in the mood.
I’m not in the mood to talk to you.
I’m not in the mood to look at you.
I’m not in the mood for your bullshit.
So do me a big favor? SHUT THE FUCK UP POR FAVOR.
Texting is cool n shit.
But, I rather talk to you on the phone. Better yet, in person.
I don't like when you keep something from me.
Or you don’t tell me anything at all. It’s like lying. Technically it isn’t but emphasis on like.
And do not try to make me feel guilty, do not try to make the blame be on me for getting mad n shit. Hey. If you didn’t tell me in the first place, obviously you didn’t want to, which is reasonable. But if you’re hiding something, you should know that you’re...
Care-free.
There comes to a point, where I can really mean “idgaf.”
I’m tired of people complaining, or criticizing. This is where the “I don’t live to please you” kicks in. It’s my life, and if there’s something wrong that you don’t like. I’m sorry. I like how you put my life, in front of yours. It’s amusing that you pay more attention to...
Fun & Games.
At the end of the game, it’s either you win or lose.
Depending on the players, the strategy, and how you play.
Yes, it can be fun, but if you play too much. It get’s a bit tiresome. Boredom starts to approach. Then you just wanna change to the next game. On to the next.
Yes, there’s gonna be one that’s your all time favorite. Play with it every once in awhile.
Yes,...
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There's only one rule, never get attached.
Or too comfortable.
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Shady.
-sketchy; suspicious; not trustworthy
You’re one shady ass nigga. All you do is think about yourself, always altruistic. It sickens me, and it’s sad. Cause I honestly, don’t think you even realized it yet. After what had happened, nothing will be the same. You knew, and you didn’t acknowledge our friendship as much as I did. Simply, you’re just not a true friend....
Please, do not try to twist the truth.
Cause if I end up finding the actual truth, I’m sorry. I will not treat you the same. I will think of you differently. And trust me, things will be different.
My name sounds so good next to your last name.
damnitsjan:
Passion Pit + Lupe Fiasco + Kanye...
hellaproper:
TKO & Dubstantial - FUCKSTEP...
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Materialistic.
I always see pretty, cute, slutty etc. girls, who only like being friends with girls who look like them. They like to be around pretty things, they give out chances to people who “aren’t them” other wise in their words “ugly/weird/creepy”.
Sure, it’s a nice view. But some of them don’t have that personality I want to be around.
I rather be around people...
So-called friends.
Those who just keep you round, because they want something. You don’t even know why you hang out with them. Just in denial. They’re company. But are they true? Probably not. People get ditched all the time. People be friends, and then strangers all the time.
Those selfish ones. Some don’t mean to, some do. They just think about theirselves first. They’re happy, but hey,...
Couples appearance.
I would not want to be the one who looks older. I feel bad for those couples, where the girl looks older. I mean love have no boundaries. But you’re aging, and he’s youngin. Like, you can be his older sister. Incest man. All bad.
Some boys, like this advantage. Milf. Cougar. Whateves you wanna call it.
Tear drops.
I hate crying. Why? I feel like I can’t breathe. My nose gets stuffy. I try to talk but end up crying, feel like someone is choking me. All I can do is swallow my saliva and wipe the tears.
I hate when some people cry, and make a scene. Drama queens.
Anonymous asked: do you think its attractive that your blunt?? its not blunt its just plain rude..you must be so unhappy with your life because you never say one nice thing on here. its your blog do what you want but if your writing about yourself and what goes in and out of your head then you must be the bitchiest person ever. be happy for once beecause all your doing is making people think that your a snob and...
Has anyone tried Strawberry Pizza?
My cousin just told me about it today. I’m anxious to try it.
Slam this bitch.
Me: I just told me husband happy valentines day! smirk*
Sister: It's valentines day?
Me: Yes
Sister: Like right now right now?
Me: Yes
Sister: I thought that was friday
Me: Wth it's on the 14th today's the 14th
Sister: No wonder I saw all those happy valentines day on tumblr
Me: -____-
Sister: Well I haven't been catching up lately. I haven't watched tv, or gone to school.
Me: It's the weekend.
Sister: But still on friday we didn't go to school.
Me: It was lincolns birthday.
Sister: Oh
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Me N lil sister
Sister: Do you think maria is pretty?
Me: Who's maria? I don't know her, I don't care.
Sister: You know my friend?
Me: The black one?
Sister: Yeah
Me: Ehh.
Sister: Me either,
Me: :O LOLOL
Sister: Well, she kinda is, but in 6th grade she was so ugly. And he said she was so hot, just because she has boobs. She doesn't even have big boobs. When she wears a t-shirt she does. But when she wears a bathing suit she doesnt.
Me: Spits* laughing
Sister: Well that's what I think. And the guy robbie use to like a girl with hecka big boobs, thats why I think he likes her.
djpeewhee:
“Lets Get High Kill These Lows Let’s...
Be specific.
Seriously, that’s so annoying. When you talk to me, be more specific. Be detailed. I can’t read minds, not some edward cullen. When I ask you something, when we talk about something. Don’t be lazy, fucking talk and tell me as if it’s a story. DETAILS. Dammit. Don’t be blunt.
Bedazzle me.
