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A werewolf, he comes to me and says “hey, you wanna go for a ride?” and I says “sure” because he’s hot.

Fuck that coward shit, you know what you want

You know your limits. 2018 is about getting rid of that bad shit and healing

And that’s knowing your limits

Physically, mentally, and emotionally.

You find the monster that’s best for YOU

hi, i’m rochelle.

things are going swell

my life could be in shambles but i’m in love so all is well.

the kind of love you only hear about in storybooks and plays

the warmth from our relationship beams down on me like sun rays

but at some point it stopped being rainbows and sunshine

I appreciate your kind words

and hope we can be friends

i’ll place my secrets in your hands and call him back again

I can’t brush off these feelings that i’ve disappointed you

I didn’t know i cared about how these things affected you

and I hate the thought of being with you,

and damn I love the thought of just being alone.

the first one is way harsher than second but I don’t know

I hate the thought of being with you,

and damn I love the thought of just being alone.

man, I love the feeling of being alone

and i hate the sound of men crying on the phone

pleading for a chance,

a chance to take me to coffee

but what’s coffee gonna help when the worlds on fire?

I heard you like to pull stunts,

well let me warn you I will set fire to your safe landing

so I don’t know what to tell you.

and now you’re talking about your love for scones.

fuck your scones and the metaphor you’re trying to imply

i’ve been tightly tied down to a man made of rage

and like a knight in shining amour you’ve stood outside my cage

but your niceness doesn’t make you entitled to my love

the friend zone was created by fragile men who can’t handle hearing the word no

you’re sorry to interrupt?

but you always interrupt,

at least your tongue isn’t sharp like the edge of this sword

i’ve never seen men use their words like weapons till I met him

yes i’m mad at my boyfriend,

i’m always mad at my boyfriend

his words come at me like bombs in a war

you tell me he could still turn it around at some point

I don’t know if you’re just lying to me or to yourself too

and I hate the thought of being with you,

and damn I love the thought of just being alone.

the first one is way harsher than second but I don’t know

I hate the thought of being with you,

and damn I love the thought of just being alone.

hi, what’s up?

can you look me in the eyes?

I know you know everything about him, but I need you to keep things civil.

it’s great huh?

this plastic fake smile for our family and friends

no one will ever know that he’s been hitting me again

well besides you,

but you have your mind wrapped around the thought of being with me

you’re only trying to save me with selfish motives

you want to keep me as your own

but i’m a fucking human not a piece of treasure to be traded

and the two of you aren’t fucking pirates.

you whisper “she’s a peach.”

but i can’t be something so sweet with all this regret and rage pumping through my veins

I imagine myself as more of a lemon, a sour warhead.

a lot harder to stomach.

i’m finally free and I saved my damn self

don’t call me a fucking scone.

and I hate the thought of being with you,

and damn I love the thought of just being alone.

the first one is way harsher than second but I don’t know

I hate the thought of being with you,

and damn I love the thought of just being alone.

me: okay

Psycho trench coat kid

Red dawn

Beaudelaire quoting badass

Mr. No Name Kid

Jessie James (quelle suprise)

Your last meal on death row

A bit too rock and roll

how to cook pasta

how to pay rent