I am this close to a fucking break down.

Like did this just seriously fucking happen


once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out. 

Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty.”
Things I Wish My Mother Had Taught Me | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)

If this is you treating me like you’re still trying to win me which is hat you said you’d live by too, then you’ve already lost me.

How the fuck do I compare to anything.

  • Me: I miss you so much
  • Him: I miss you too
  • Me: think I could see you if you get off early (knowing he never does)
  • Him: yeah
  • : -hours later-
  • Me: are you getting off work 8-9? (Desperately hoping he gets off early but knowing he probably won't)
  • Him: I could get off now if I want to
  • Me: REALLY?? (Super excited inside and thinking he's about to be on his way)
  • Him: yeah but I'm staying to get certified
  • Me: oh. Okay.