#dysfcnxtional

omg yas i'll invade your ask

"What did I tell you about making too much noise?"

Juliette: what are you getting me

          ❝ you're such a fake bitch, you know? ❞ the sound              of her voice was monotone. ❝ you've no problem              going out there and telling lies about me to the              entire fuckin' church, or making out with me in              between classes, but god forbid you actually              tell the truth. you're in love with me. you're just                                        in denial. ❞

nate: would you look at that nate: there's an empty seat at the bar for a certain girl who so rudely slammed their door in my face the other day to join me for a drink nate: and before you ask i got your username from good guy matt ok

Wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together, trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. There’s no way anyone can like the taste of it. It’s like bug spray. The whole frickin’ world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. Stop the madness. Please, God.

The next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about twenty-five billion white blood cells in your body. And, they’re all protecting your sorry little ass with their life. You have twenty-five billion little buddies who would die for you. No need for tears.