I have gotten to the point where I don’t even want someone to make me happy because I am so comfortable with being un-happy.  

I hope for the day someone says something to me again about being “rich” or “spoiled”. You have no idea what my life is like. You see things from the outside. You have no idea where my family’s money comes from, you don’t know how. But if you all knew, the words “rich” or “spoiled” would never come out of your mouths again. The money my family has is not in any remotely way “lucky” or “good”. It is a constant reminder of something we will never forget.

I am being honest with her, I just hope she is not frustrated with me ): Blehhh, I wish I was actually a good cheerleader…

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I HATE THIS SONG 

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The reason I read books so fast and become so interested in them is because a long time ago reality became my biggest night mare so I take every chance I get to escape it. I could resort to drugs but instead I watch movies over and over, or read books. That way every time I escape reality I know where ever I am has a happy ending. Call me crazy, I don’t care. But that is what I do.

tiredofthistownagain:

supersmalls:

tsunofabitch:

onedaysmore:

Beautiful. One of the few reasons I love this generation.

i ask for good music and my dash delivers, thank you tumblr

holy fuck can i have one of those? 

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WUT THE ACTUAL FUCK

It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.