Just your basic weed/girls/funnyshit/animal/alcohol/hiphop/random shit blog.
Its not that I dont want to talk or see you. I’m afraid of the feelings that will come up. When I see you I know I’ll just want to hold you close and never let go. I can’t. I still love you and I know I always will. When I see a picture of you all I wanna do is listen to all of your little stories that have no purpose. I don’t let it show but it’s killing me. You were always the person I could lean on. Now I have nothing. You may say the last 2 years didn’t happen. But they did to me. And in that time I fell deeply in love with you. I loved being with you, I loved being next to you. I’m just trying to make this easier on me. Sorry for everything I have/will put you through. I love you. Love, beeb.
Reblogged from fyeahblackhippy
Reblogged from shutupburnout
Stop being so sensitive. If I call some little douche dick on mic a faggot because he killed me in Call of Duty, I don’t care if he’s queer or not, he’s a limp bizkit faggot, and if he just so happened to be gay, I don’t care, he’s a faggot because he killed me in COD not because he’s homosexual.
Gayest thing ever