Michelleyy;

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Note to self:

kswizzleee:

Stop caring.

Stop trying. 

It’s the only way you’re not going to get hurt. 

Nothing feels permanent to me anymore.

Knowing that I’m going to leave the area soon, I feel like everything I’m doing up to that point is just temporary. Temporary happiness, temporary friends, and temporary lusts. In all honesty, I know that what I’m doing right now is everything against my morals, but hey, why not? Why have one when I can have two. Why stay home and sleep when I can handle staying out late and waking up early without the fear of fatigue. Why bother dealing with someone’s bullshit, when I could just say fuck you and walk away. In a matter of months I’m going to be leaving it all anyway. Like people say, once you leave high school, you find out what’s real and what’s not. And lately, it’s extremely obvious what has been real all along and what hasn’t, but it’s my choice whether or not I want to keep those certain things. But you know, whatever, fuck it. Live it the fuck up.

Understand

trillako:

Before you call him a player, a jerk or an asshole. Just understand he’s scared too. He’s not afraid to be your boyfriend. Infact he would love to be. He’s afraid to be your ex. He’s afraid to make that one grave mistake that’ll make him like every other guy. He’s afraid to lose his only chance. He’s scared. Men may not act like they are, but they’re scared shitless. Men may not cry, but they have feelings too.

(via unoriginated)

It’s funny how the people you’ve just gotten to know seem to be willing to do whatever it takes to help you more than those that you’ve known since the beginning of high school. I guess that friendships are just like relationships, you try hard in the beginning to get their attention, then it slowly begins to fade. Oh. Well.

WE LURVEEEE YA, BABE.

Hii Michelle (: we miss you artwork. Come in today! love, ash&alexys