my fall look today is winged eyeliner, plum lipstick, and a look on my face like i’m fucking your boyfriend and can’t wait for you to find out.
My fall look is simple liner with bold lashes, burgundy lipstick, a gleam in my eyes that let’s men know that I’ll suck their dick, their money out of their bank accounts, and the souls right out of their bodies.
I fucking knew you didn’t care about me but I still allowed myself to fall for you. Why so I always care and feel too much? I’m so miserable and just want you to care about me but I can’t do anything about it. No one ever fucking cares about anything more than hooking up with me that’s all I’m good for. God I fucking hate myself.
“I don’t give a shit about grand gestures or flowers at my door, I just want your teeth across my neck and my lips pressed to the small of your back, I want your stupid fucking sense of humour making me laugh at 4am when I have to be up at 6.”—(via tvlkinghevds)
“if people wanna have sex let them have sex, if people wanna smoke or drink, let them smoke or drink. if people wanna yell and curse, let them yell and curse. it is not your job to tell people what to do and get angry at them for their choices, so back the fuck up and think before you judge others.”—Kristen Harootunian (via drowsies)