My drugs never hits me
My drugs never too busy for me
My drugs never cheat on me
My drugs never lie to me
My drugs never call me names
My drugs never forget me
My drugs never stop loving me
My drugs never stop needing me
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I have to love me. Even when the people I love dont love me like I deserve to be loved. I have to love me. For survival. Because people come and go. And they don’t realize how to love me until they leave. But I’m not going anywhere. I can love me. Unconditionally. I can love me like I deserve to be loved.
I respect a man who is vocal. Tell me why you’re into me. Tell me why I pissed you off & tell me how I can fix it. Tell me everything. Talk.
it’s officially impossible for me to fall in love bc last night at a party drunk-me remembered that sober-me had thrown 3 funsize kitkats into my bag with the explicit thought “drunk-me is going to be so excited when she finds these” and i don’t think any other person is gonna be able to love me like that
Me in Fight Club
Me: yea I can take a punch
Brad Pitt: yeah? *hits me*
Me: harder daddy
Brad Pitt: what?
Me: what?
- me: [sees a pretty girl] oh no
- me: [talking to the pretty girl] oh god
- me: [realizing everything about her is pretty and she's funny] wh y
- me: i am so g a y
- me: [remembers i'm at a religious gathering and can't act gay] fuckign
me: you’re cute!
her: no, you’re cute!
me: nuh uh YOU’RE cute!
her: no way YOU’RE cute!!
me: **pulls out knife and holds it against her throat**
me: ok now listen here bitch
Study me as much as you like, you will never know me, for I differ a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes, and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.
You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.
You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.
(via niki666999)