you’re the window to my wall
you’re the sweat that drips down my balls
(via sleepingwithdildos)
Anonymous asked: how many guys have you slept with? and do you regret any of them?
that’s none of your business anon and there’s one that I don’t regret.
i miss you, why’d you run out on me
(Source: 100wordsneversaid, via november---10th)
i wish i was one of those girls who thought they were ugly but are actually really pretty
but instead i’m one of those girls who thinks they’re ugly and is actually ugly
(via bottom-dollarr)
(Source: prettygreenlies, via bottom-dollarr)
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
(via itsbetterthananal)
I’ve had my blog for two years, and not once have I ever cried at a post, even at all the sad things I’ve seen and reblogged and liked. But this, for some reason, made me cry, out of all posts.
Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/61515784/via/Dans_Cloete
(via blastinaglass00)
Uh. Nobody should have to tell you they have/had an eating disorder for you to not call them fat. Nobody should have to tell you they’re a rape victim for you to not make rape jokes. Nobody should have to tell you anything about themselves for you to not say shitty things. And if they do you’re an asshole.
(via sin-sex-satan)


