(Source: thetvscreen, via emmmmkay)
Wait, you’re ugly as shit.
and a skank. oh my goodness. stop.
you’re not cute. you have crooked teeth, and you take skanky pictures. nobody wants to see your body. pull your shirt down and stop taking pictures of yourself. and no, your photo edits are not pretty. they make you look stupid. thanks.
Oh my goodness.
You. are. not. fucking. cute. with. you’re. fucking. picture. upside. down.
Just stop.
(Source: wi-cked)
hey kids.
Shut up about how summer is ending and you need to do as much shit as you can before school starts. We get it. School is starting. Sweet broski. If you wanted to do shit, you should have done it before.
Freshmen, no, shut up. You’re not going to get lost. It’s not as bad as you think people. Get over it.
haha, i’m so mean.
Fuck you, mom. stop talking to me.
You’re funny.
I hate when people plan “hook ups.” Like seriously? If I was going to kiss with you, it would happen just by itself. You don’t need to tell me a specific time and place to hook up. That’s just annoying. I hate when people think that just because i’ve agreed to hang out, it doesn’t mean that i’ve agreed to have sex with you. What the shit. No. It’s like I say okay to hanging out, and then you’re all like “okay, what time are we having sex?” …. fuck no.
yup.
what duhh shit.
I made this secret tumblr to be unique and vent and hate and what not.. but now everyone is making a secret tumblr.. SWEET BROSKI. akljfdskfas. That’s how my original tumblr started out too.. it as me, emily, and sydney who made our tumblrs then everyone we knew started following us and shit when we wanted it to be private.. but now, idk. akjsfdsak.
I never in a million years would have thought you were like this.
In spanish, you would always hear me and my friend talking about that jerk that broke my heart, and when you and I started talking… I never realized you were like that too. In a sense. What I have realized is this. All boys want one thing and that is sexual action. You told me you would wait because you cared about me. But why do I have this feeling that you’re just saying that because you want me to think you like me but you actually just want to get some. Why would you tell someone else that you didn’t really like me anymore.. but “that could change.” what is that supposed to mean? If we do things, you’ll like me? Honey, that aint gunna work around here. Either you change, or this year is going to hella awkward because my locker is next to yours.
I was about to post this on my other tumblr, but..
I thought about it, and i realized I just can’t do that with people I know following me on that one. Even though you may not know who I’m talking about in this post to come, if you really think about it.. you’ll know. So basically, ever since we broke up, i’ve always liked you. I think I always will even when think I don’t. I know you probably don’t feel the same way about me, but that’s fine. I just wish we could of had a chance to start things over. I really didn’t like the way things ended because it was mainly my fault because I used to judge people by looks. And after you got your hair cut, i felt like you weren’t cute enough for me. I’m really sorry. Now I know that was so stupid of me. I always thought we would be able to have a second chance, that that wasn’t the ending to our relationship. But little did I know, it was. I’ve seen you date other girls… lots of them. But there will still be a place for you deep inside me and I hope you know that if you ever change your mind, i’ll be here. We’ve both changed. I know that. But maybe things could still work out between us. Who knows. I still kept that teddy bear you gave me. It sits in my room waiting for me every day. I don’t really think I’m your type anymore, and I don’t really talk to you that often anymore but when you do, I’m happy that you did. It’s sad to think that we’re not even friends anymore. We’re merely just acquaintances living our daily lives.
JUST WONDERIN’
Do I ever cross your mind?
i always wonder that too. sweeeet
I love the way you take your pictures.
With only one eye showing, and how you put a white box over your mouth because you think your mouth is ugly, and how you put a peace sign all the time, and how you always take pictures with your phone through the mirror.
It’s great. Oh and I love how you think you’re best friends with everyone. cool beans yo.
I need to get this off my chest.
No matter how old we get, or how far away you are, I’ll still have a place in my heart for you. Even if I think of hateful things about you just so I cant get you out of my life, I end up realizing that I fell for you once, and I just can’t take that away. I miss having you hold my hand and hugging me. I really do. I have way more to say about this right now, but it’s all coming so fast in my head and I can’t really describe my feeling. Maybe I’ll talk about it later.
You are one ugly ass hoe bag.
Stop sleeping around cause youz not a sexy bitch. All dem guys are in it for the pleasure, not for you. Ugly piece of shit.
Lies.
As I sit here wondering why, I… okay, you know what? Screw this. I’m not going to be all inspirational and shit because what is the fucking point when you have parents that hate you. And don’t try to give me that shit and tell me that they love me so that’s why they are the way they are. So here is what I would like to say to my mother. You lie to me all the time. You pretend that you’re in a good mood whenever I try to tell you something about my life, wether it’s about my day, or about my friends, or whatever, you’re always happy to listen to my story and you smile and laugh. But then, you use anything I tell you against me on a different day. You yell at me for no reason, and you never let me hang out. You make me feel so lowly about myself. Hell, you’ve made me think that nothing is right about myself and that I’m stupid and fat. You tell me I’m ugly everyday, but that is one thing that you will never take away from me. I’m going to sound cocky as hell, but what the fuck, I don’t care. I personally think I’m pretty and I don’t care what you have to say about what I look like because I’m beautiful. Suck on that. You always tell me that you wouldn’t care if I ran away and that if I ever did, you wouldn’t come look for me. Do you think I fucking care if you cared? I would gladly leave this shitty jail house you’ve stuck me in. You don’t even care that you were the reason why I would sit in my bed and cry myself to sleep every night when I was a kid. & you still do it. I cry and cry until all my tears run dry because you hate me and treat me like shit. I don’t even know why I try to please you. You’re never pleased so why try anymore. Did you ever just stop to think that you are the reason why my sister is fat? You would tell her that she was fat everyday of her life even though she really wasn’t. She would then start eating a lot because you weren’t satisfied. You are psycho. I swear, you think every fucking person on this planet is fat. Nobody is as perfect as you want them to be. I just need to run away. I need to keep running and never come back.
Okay then.
Some people add me on Facebook and I’m just like Who the fuck are you? I can kind of tell who they are by our mutual friends and let me tell you, some of the people who add me are upperclassmen populars. I debate wether to accept them or not because here’s the thing, I want to be as cool as them one day too. But then again, I don’t think i’ll ever talk to them in person. So I’m just like fuck it, “ignore”. If they want to be my friend, then they can re-add me after they have introduced themselves in person.
