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Its Ya Boi Here

@thicccnugget

Welcome home.
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I’ve been slamming my fists against the wall until my hands start shaking. I’ve been screaming song lyrics at the top of my lungs until my voice is gone. I’ve been drinking late until my glass is empty. I’ve been doing everything I can to wash the bitter taste of you from my life.

He’s happy without me (via theworldisoursdear)

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This is the money Patrick. Reblog so money will come your way

“I’m getting back in line.”

OKAY but i just reblogged this last night and guess what i got today from my workplace’s self-audit!

THANK YOU PATRICK FOR FREE MONEY

BLESS ME PATRICK

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lily-d247

PATRICK I HAVE NEVER STRAYED YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU

*rolls sleeves* aight dude lets get me some money

Can i just *Gets in line*…there

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“I like to show women who exist in solitude but do not suffer. They are not depressed or crying. Rather [they] are safe, exalting in the sense of enjoying the company of just herself.”

Postmodern Loneliness is a series by Mexico-based artist Idalia Candelas.

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lovelyom

This is awesome

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I have not posted in Tumblr in a great deal of time. When I start talking to someone new apparently checking all my social media accounts is required. Why do I bother with this? Being restricted to what I post in fear of pushing someone away. >If you read this and plan on checking out my blog. >Recognize that I have pasts crushes. >Don't stop talking to me because of my past posts. [It's in the past for a reason]

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You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in. You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But… you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.

(via itcuddles)

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“can i ask you something?” my immediate reply says “go for it" but my mind has already gone through the seven stages of grief