I’m only here to say I want a dark lipstick
When you say something bad about your self and your friends agree
(via fearscoincide)
*banging on the door of Universal Pictures* I HATE MINIONS. I HATE MINIONS. I HATE MINIONS. LET ME IN. I HATE THEM.
(via parklife-princess-blog)
It doesn’t get better. I have spent my entire life studying in the same school, years went by and those weird feelings started to grow inside me. I thought I felt bad because I hated school. Because I didn’t like people there. Because I didn’t like the teaching. Or the place, or the neighborhood, or the city, I don’t know. Now, high school is over. I’m at university, I’m living in another city, with new people, new things to study, new places to go. I thought everything would be different. And it is, in a way. But I still feel bad. I still feel the ache in my heart. I still feel like there’s something missing. Like I need to find something.
Even though life is not like those movies that when you move out everything changes and gets better, it does help you realize that the problem has always been yourself.
Gente que vem divulgar fic no meu perfil achando que eu vou ser boazinha na hora do review:
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"I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness."
Anaïs Nin (via durianquotes)
how many men who say they’re in the friendzone are actually in the “I was just nice to him because I felt bad for him but now he’s getting all clingy and manipulative to the point that he is making me regret basic human kindness which I feel really guilty about but I just want to be free from this nightmare” zone
(via paintmeabirmingham)
