You know what I hate. All my friends, all the time are asking me to go out with them abd I just dont wanna go. And when later I see them instagraming and shit I get sad, sad not mad, that I didnt go. But the bitch of it all is that when the next time they ask me to go out, I’ll just say no. Knowing how I’ll feel later. And isnt that sad?
Me: *out for dinner with my dad because we were too lazy to cook*
Random Old Lady: *comes up out of no where with the most judgmental look ever* (will also be refereed to as 'ROL')
ROL: Isn't he a little old for you?
Me: Well, considering he's my Dad, I'd say that your a judgmental hag.
Dad: *chokes into his drink*
ROL: You should respect your elders.
Me: You should respect your youth, we're the ones who'll decide on whether or not to pull your cord in like, what? Five weeks?
Dad: *chokes on his drink again*
ROL: *storms off*
Dad: *looks at me with a disapproving look*
Dad: Come on, you and I both know it will be three weeks.
ive seen very few if any sexy models. modeling in general is not sexy i dont see how u could be attracted to a model. posing is not sexy bein aware of the camera is not sexy. candid is sexy. im sexy. im candid. im candy. eye candy. hi mandy. im randy. beach sandy. need handy.
You don’t know how deeply you are intertwined with someone until you try to walk away from them.
Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.
my mom once told me that writing your feelings down or drawing them out is very therapeutic and relaxing
you better pop lock and drop that attitude