I want to live my out-doors mountain momma lifestyle. I want out of the city. I want to live in New England. The season of the sticks seems so appealing. I just want fresh air and grass. Fuck the city.

die-rosastrasse:

The Moon & Art by Théodore Gudin 🌙⭐

thecryptkeeper:

hes literally puppy

jodiefoster:

me @ me: don’t start buddy don’t you dare

megurashka:

megurashka:

i am so gentle and kind hearted

and stupid

captain-rez:

skineater:

bepeu:

the sexiest thing abt me ? i love soup

The only time my “friends” talk to me is when I have something that benefits them 🙁

Shit sucks.

punkiztan:

sometimes a bitch jus want a love letter u know

I go out of my way and buy your child things, I go out of my way and PAY to send you the package, and YOU for some reason don’t have the decency to reply to my texts and tell me if you received it. (Not 1, not 2, but 3 times I’m tried)

I should have listened to all the people that have been telling me for years you aren’t a good friend to me.

Im convenient, I get it. You’re sad, I’ll listen. You’re bored, I was always there to make you laugh. You got a problem? Ill give you advice. Lonely? I’d keep you company.

Not anymore.

I’m done.

You say you’re my friend (s) but it’s been 5 years and not a single one of you have called me. No one cares if I’m lonely. No one cares if I need a friend.

Jesus Christ. It’s sickening really. I care for you all so much and I’m practically M.I.A and no one seems to care.

So, call me if you want.

I’ll still listen.

thebootydiaries:

anyone: *says something to me*

me: haha yeahh

me in head: what did they just say

thebootydiaries:

• hear noises
• pause music
• complete silence
• play music
• hear noises again