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I really am happy to have my Christopher back. I just don’t make sense with anyone else. And I don’t think he makes sense with anyone else either. Whether or not we are the way we are because we met so young or if we are the way we are because we just naturally became this way respectively, sometimes we have moments where it seems like, as horribly corny as it sounds, we were kind of born to ultimately find one another and be each other’s caretakers. I dunno. I love him a lot.


The Unholy Trinity

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Even my immaculate boyfriend has been involved in an affair. He is the most straight son of a bitch I’ve ever met, and even HE had an affair with a married woman. And this married woman not only had JUST gotten married in fucking 2013, and fills up her Facebook, which of course I’ve creeped (and it was for this reason:), but she fucking kept coming back to Chris for more. Even when he and I had gotten back together. Now, there are a lot of factors that play into the fucked up mindset of mine I’m about to vent about, and one of the most significant causes is in fact that in this specific example, Chris would not tell her to even leave him ALONE for MONTHS. He literally dismissed my pleas for months, saying he was just ignoring her advances, which wasn’t enough for me. On top of that, he wouldn’t even tell her he wouldn’t fuck her again not because she’s a nasty fat adulteress, but because he had a fucking girlfriend. Nope. Not a word for months, allowing her advances to continue. He waited until I was physically out the door to finally give in and say something to her to provide peace of mind to me.
So there’s that odd occurrence playing into my decision here, but also, living the way I have, I’ve never ever believed in “marriage” as a good option to express ones love for another. Nobody can promise themselves or anyone else that they’ll feel the same way forever.
Unfortunately I started thinking I could make that promise, lately. I’ve gotten so caught up in this fairy tale bullshit with Chris and I, that I really wanted to try and make that commitment.

All I’ve gotta say now is fuck. that. And I think if he were honest with himself after reviewing even just this example, and then really thinking about how few people we’ve ever known that have successfully been married, he’d agree.

Life is awfully lonely. That’s why I have heroin.

Maybe one day I’ll magically turn into the perfect sexual smart EMOTIONALLY STABLE NOT DRUG RIDDLED woman that he’d be so hopelessly in love with that he would be more than happy to show a spazzy clingy adulteress and say, without even THINKING about it or requiring even a word from me, “bitch, I’m sorry you are so nasty that you actively cheat on your ‘perfect wonderful husband,’ but this is my girl, and she could show you how to be a real woman. You should fuck right off and get your fat ass to a nunnery.” But, let’s be honest. Lol. I will always be a dark, relatively shameful part of everyone’s life that knows me. Ugh. I wish I was something he could be proud of.

edit: I do love my boy so so so much though. Good god.
I crave something I’ve never tasted.
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Did you know that you can drink lava? But only once

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ladies, if a guy doesn’t eat pussy but still expects to get his dick sucked… laugh right in his face. leave the room in the midst of your laughter. go home while laughing. keep laughing for the rest of your life. never stop laughing.

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god it must suck to change everything about who you are for one person and not even realize it.

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