EVERYONE INVOLVED IN THE MAKING OF THIS SCENE NEEDS THEIR OWN PERSONALIZED ACADEMY AWARD
Ran into an old friend, and I ask her what’s new, and she shows me this new tattoo of hers. I immediately thought of you, and asked to take a picture. She says this was done stick-and-poke while she was drunk. Makes me sad. She’s such a nice girl, and it sucks that this happened to her.
“She’s such a nice girl, and it sucks that this happened to her.”… what? It’s such a gorgeous tattoo. I think I love stick and pokes more than any tattoo, there’s something so lovely and real about getting something permanent on your skin in shakey handwriting and 3am, instead of in a font picked from a selection of 1000 on a computer screen at some white washed studio by people you have no connection with. Maybe I’m overly romanticising it but whatever. I like it, I really really do.
took me like 3 hours to find this post.. worth it
lookin at ur dick
reblog this before the fifth of december and you will receive at least 1 really nice message that’s meant to light up your day.
Her husband was in the military and he always said it was bad luck to get a loved one’s name tattooed on them, so in his memory, she got part of his ‘if I don’t come home’ letter tattooed on her. It says, “Just remember, no matter what, that I love you more than any other person who has ever been loved. Never doubt that.”
this is adorable
Seeing couples around looking so happy together actually kills me. I absolutely hate being on my own. I’m no good at it. I crave every day for someone to be there for me, love me, adore me, want to be with me and I know I’m going to be on my own for a while and I hate myself for it.
this is literally me trying to get my life together…
So strange that after a year and a month of breaking up we are still sleeping together yet you insist that you have no feelings for me what so ever. Of course I still love you, you’re no good for me but I can’t help wanting everything you have to offer all to myself. I know you’re a prick and you treat me like shit but I don’t know how to stop myself from wanting you. I need someone to help me because it’s clear to me and everyone else around me that I can’t forget about you on my own.