okay, I was pissed off at the end of season 1, but I said I could deal with it
I was pissed off AGAIN at the end of season 2 with the additional characters, but I said I would deal with it
I was pissed off YET AGAIN with season 3
and then THIS IS THE BULLSHIT YOU PULL!???? YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME????
no. no I do not accept. we got beef boi.
“black hole sun
won’t you come
and wash away the rain?”
View Larger Smh. Like….who thinks of this BS? Your gramps left because he wanted to impregnant the whole damn world and America wasn’t having that, so he goes to Mexico, on the wings of white privilege, and I’m supposed to embrace your “diversity”? Killing me smalls….. #romney #politics #wtf #mexican (Taken with Instagram)
very true though.
this is why tumblr is my life…
the fuck is this shit???
flush…?
i am my most creative at night…
i didn’t know I would perpetually become the girl on the side
without having to put in much effort
guys found it easier to talk to me
had more of an urge to spend time with me
and no matter how I tried to convince myself that I was in charge
i was merely a pawn in this game
Chess doesn’t begin to explain the intricate
web they weaved in order to properly mind fuck me
and not in the good “mental orgasm” kinda way
No, I was fucked in my head
believed that I was special
but I was just a moment
in their world of relationship turmoil
I was the escape
not for sex
but for discussion
a sentimental mood on this Coltrane
see, I let go of someone I loved today
I told him, it’d be best if we were just friends
He had convinced me that I would be the one he would marry
told me that our connection was much deeper than she
promised me that he and I would be match-made in heaven
but I was the only one to get burned
because, to her, he told her solid and concrete promises
said that her introduction to his family on the other side of the nation was in hopes that she would bear his last name
and all in the same breath, telling me, she means nothing
I was the girl on the side
holding strong to this castle and fairy tales don’t mean much to me anymore
I know better
and I won’t cry
because he was never, ever mine
I was the late night text
the missed call
the bar conversation over whiskey and rum
I was the strawberry lip gloss stained on your mustache
I was the, “she doesn’t understand” in an argument
the hand-me-down love that never deserved name brand
but always the girl on the side
-iAmLyricz
very true though.
