so with some talk between my best friend and I; I have decided to start a ridiculous blog just to share all of the lovely dating excursions I have dealt with.
the beauties of being a fat single chick on the interwebz.
when and if i actually decide to share it, the link will be posted.
if i even have any tumblr followers anymore
i bought the shiny; extended version of fault in our stars.
so i’ll be here crying for the next 2 months.
"I’ve been meaning to text you."
“I’ve thought about you, but don’t care enough to interact with you.”
I don’t think I’d be nearly as offended if we have had a conversation since the night my mother died. But hey, you wanna pretend you give a fuck about my existence, good for you.
I really don’t think I’m emotionally stable enough for rose tyler to die
Fuck off Dr.who.
uno, dos & tre came out 2 years ago. uno the month before my grandmother died.
it’s weird that the 3 CDs that helped me get through my grandmother’s death and the end of my first love are the CDs helping with my mother’s death.
*not the only ones. but. on a binge of these CDs.*
this song used to make me cry for so many reasons. first love man. now i listen to it and cry just because i miss my mommy.
fucking love green day.
such a long fucking day.