when you’re in class and the group of people behind you won’t shut up





me: *petting a cat* nice

cat: *bathes self where i touched it*

me: image

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I hope one day you meet her and love her like I love you. I hope you look at her and think what did I ever do to deserve her. I hope you cuddle and kiss her passionately every time. I hope every time she crosses your mind you smile because you love her so dam much. I hope you’re always there for her and make sure she’s always okay. And that when she’s having a bad day you sit with her and hold her and tell her that everything will be alright, like you would do with me. But most of all I hope that I still cross your mind every once in awhile and think I wonder what happened to her? But I, at that point won’t matter at all because your happy, and that’s all I’ve ever liked seeing you be, happy. Just treat her like you always treated me. With respect, love, and honesty. I love you so much but I can’t have you anymore. I’m trying so hard not to send you a text to say I miss you, because I don’t want to see you deal with me again. I still can’t sleep at night, it’s been a couple months and I miss holding your hand and cuddling at night. The sheets are now cold and my hand is now lonely, but at least your happy.
Because I know that you were never happy with me. And that still kills me, every…second…of…the…day.
― E.J. (via cigarettes-alcohol-kisses)




its so gross to me that there are people on this website who were born in 2001

*cough* YOU GOT A PROBLEM BITCH *cough*
ahem no sorry I didn’t say anything



"It’s just a movie don’t cry"
*cuts off foot*
“it’s just your foot don’t cry”


love how kids introduce themselves like “hello im johnny im five years old i know how to read” yeah cool i didnt ask for your life story asshole