Last night I was like:
Then at 8am I’m in mid-exam like:
Cut to 4pm’s exam and I’m like:
I finish and hand in my exam and run out like:
But then I realize it’s over and a calm comes over me and I’m like:
Then I get an email that says I got an A in one of my classes and I’m like:
And right after I walk out of the building like:
All of that just to repeat the whole process again tomorrow
Grimes - Genesis (by nameless6794)
That moment when you notice someone’s tumblr you follow goes from quirky non-sense to NSFW non-sense
M.I.A. - Bad Girls (by MIAVEVO)
Guy #1: Ugly people should be slaughtered
Guy #2: Hell yeah. They make my dick hard because of their ugliness.
Overheard: “She’s a lesbian. Like the dyke ones. I don’t know. She’s not the pretty one.”
In the time it took you to ask me and other mofos to look some shit up for you you could have went to google, got the shit, had dinner and went to bed bitch!
Twin Shadow - Castles in the Snow (Live from Bonnaroo 2011) (by TwinShadowVEVO)
reblogged: catalinarosaline
realizing now that im going through the motions. hard.
cried for an hour and a half in in the shower last night around four in the morning. then i looked at myself in the mirror and went, “damn,you’re a blubbering mess”. snot running out my nose, blood shot red eyes, that wispy, annoying hyperventilating wheeze that rattles in your throat and in your chest. i was a mess.
but i slept like a baby that night.
the last time i cried like that was…three years ago, when he first broke up with me. except that time i cried on the bathroom floor, curled up around the toilet. it was some real dramatic shit. i don’t really cry a lot. only for certain things. i realized im always super stoic about my emotions— i reserve my tears for him, really, and my father. and my mother when she was going through chemo and i was stuck at the dorm.
i let my ugly out last night. called his mom a cunt. thought of taking a baseball bat to his head. you know, general breakup shit. and then afterwards i called him and blubbered some more. this is such great fodder for a story, but this feels so fictionalized, and so raw, it’s annoying. like, damn carrie, fuck’s wrong with you bruh?
i’m generally a very dont give a fuck type person, save for a few exceptions. he keeps cutting me deeper and deeper and deeper and it’s like damn, i get it, but i dont.
i dont even know why we’re not together. i mean, besides the obvious. he breaks up with me, then cries for four hours, then we get back together and promise everything will be beautiful and nothing will ever hurt. then he calls me on new years eve and is all, lol jk, i still hate you, im gonna go party like it’s 2008 and have fun and you suck, peace, and i’m all, wait, what? then i spend new years drunk and crying, and telling everyone how much i don’t understand what the fuck just happened. then i write this letter on here, and he leaves me this lovely message talking about everything i already knew. says that hes scared and that we were happy and hes not sure why he felt the way he was feeling, and he’s all baby im ready to be in love, and im like, fuck yeah baby, let’s do this. and he’s all, hey, come over to my house, and we’ll have dominos and fuck.
and i’m like:
he loves me and i get to have pizza too? and then sex?!
but then i’m all, we have to work things out, and take it slow, and appease each other and blah blah blah, and hes like alright i’m gonna show you how much i love you! and i’m like, you better do the damn thing then, big daddy (except not at all, but this is how i’m going to recall it)
then he calls me and tries to talk to me, and im just like, wait, you broke up with me and shitted on my new years and our relationship, can i get a sorry and some flowers or something? and he’s all oh you have to work at it too, it’s not just me.i’m not going to work hard for it unless you want to too.
and i’m like:
wait, what?
then im like, let’s go on a date tomorrow, and he’s all, sure, and then just…ditches me. which is how i ended up crying this morning/last night. then he’s just like, yeah, i just did this to steal some shit from you and i dont want to see you and herp herp herp and i’m like:
what?
now im sitting here waiting by the phone for him to call me. technically, i have been all day. im clocking him, so i know he’s out of the concert by now, but there still hasnt been a phone call. at least have the decency to break up with me face to face.
i’m still confused. you felt some type of way after thanksgiving. then we havent seen each other since, and now we’re at war? letting my anger out is too tiresome, so i tried to renig and pull it back in. taking myself to this dark place is dangerous for myself, as well as the people around me. i have the common sense now not to do anything too drastic because i’m older now, and there’s no point.
is it supposed to be cool that he keeps standing me up? i dont understand. i dont understand anything at all. ive done bad things, and that’s cool, because i told the truth. and ill own up to it. but he doesnt want to do the same? because you’re a little older, and cooler now? because you have girls dickride you? because no one will tell you the truth and be honest with you when you need it the most?
i have some serious issues. why the fuck am i sitting by the phone waiting?
because i love him. and i dont know what i did wrong. but this limbo shit isn’t flying for me anymore. what is he so damn afraid of? treating me like shit isn’t needed. at all.
and you wonder why you see girls running around in the street slashing tires and keying cars and shit. because they don’t understand what the fuck happened.
(Source: catalinarosaline)
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