kimitastics:

Dear girls,

Don’t expect the guy to stay up til 3AM for you. Don’t expect that he doesn’t have a life and he’ll spend every second with you. Don’t expect him to text and call you every single minute. Don’t expect him to give you his sweater, bring your own. It’s cute, don’t get me wrong. But you’re a big girl: you both need sleep, you both have different lives to live, you both get busy sometimes, and you do own a sweater. Just try not to be so dependent on him so much. He get’s tired and he’ll get grumpy and annoyed with your needy ass. 

(via callmeweylie)

n/a.

I never thought I would bring myself to start another blog. Actually, it’s not like it’s a big deal to begin with considering I have no audience. And if I ever do, I’m going to do the exact opposite of what my English instructor told me to do: write for my audience. Yeah, no thanks.

One thing I will take from him is to write. Write about anything and everything, no matter how nonsensical it may be. All that matters is that I write.
I suppose I’m doing this in attempt to gather my thoughts because my mind has been a clusterfuck for quite the longest. I typically am not one to talk it out with others because people have a tendency to interrupt. Like, stfu plz thanx gg.

» Part of me wants to put a bloody ‘L’ on my forehead for using a premade theme. I’ve typically been one to always do my own layouts. [shoutouts to Xanga + MySpace. rip ya’ll.] Waste of my damn time nowadays.

That’ll do. xoxo