Update: had a mysterious fever that peaked at 102 last night. Was hallucinating/ screaming/ speaking in tongues. They put oxygen on, slept like a freakin baby.
So, I got contacts yesterday.
i’m pretty sure this cat could tell you “i hate you, i plan on eating your leg in your sleep. i really hope you die.” and i’d be like… “c’mon baby, it’s bedtime. come cuddle with mama. oh my gah… i love you, you precious little gem or starlight and glitter.” and kiss that beautiful little nightmare goodnight.
(Source: arcadelesbians, via teacupgypsii)
this was the message i had been receiving in my relationship. it might not have been what he was wanting to say, but his actions and unintentional slips said it all. i loved him despite, and hid from him so that he wouldn’t feel that way. not much longer later, he told me he didn’t know me anymore and that he didn’t love the stranger in me.
(Source: donniedarkos, via fuckyeahcarey)
sexting is so weird i did it once and the guy was getting really into it and i was eating a pack of doritos and playing final fantasy
i used to have “phone sex” with silvano… i’d just sit there and say “yeah. oh yeah.” i mean… not even enthusiastically. every once in awhile i’d get creative and tell him “oh yes. give it to me.” at which point i’d reward myself with a cigarette and a bag of cheetos. yeah… phone sex/ sexting… woo-fucking hoo. hahahah.