January 2012
2012 is just like every other year
i’m not looking forward to anything
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December 2011
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i hate being the last person responding in a conversation
just my message, waiting for a reply
and it’ll never get one
i hate being the person to call first, everytime
it makes me feel like you never cared about me, not enough to want to talk to me first
and i hate the person i am
i hate how, although you do these things, i still keep talking to you first
I wonder if anyone stalks my Tumblr...
if so…
hello there .
fuck you for leading me on
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When you were younger and a friend came over.
janeelovesyou216:
The awkward first half hour of politeness:
The next couple of hours:
When their parents came to collect them:
“HIDE! HIDE! THEY CAN’T TAKE YOU IF THEY CAN’T FIND YOU! IN MY ROOM! THEY WILL NEVER FIND YOU THERE! HIDE NIGGA HIDE! THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH!”
