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Baby when I used to love you, there's nothing that I wouldn't do. I went through the fire for you, do anything you asked me to. But I'm tired of living this lie, it's getting harder to justify. Realized that, I just don't love you...not like I used to.
It gets harder everyday, but I can't seem to shake the pain. I'm trying to find the words to say, please stay.
It's written all over my face.
I can't function the same when you're not here. Calling your name when no one's there. I'm trying to speak, you're turning me down. And I know one day you'll see nobody has it easy. I still can't believe you've found somebody new. But I wish you the best, I guess. Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows. How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt. We've heard it all before, that everybody knows just how to make it right.
I wish we gave it one more try.
One more try.
Let’s take a moment to appreciate the fact Tony Stark killed a man over a Dora the Explorer watch.
“don’t hurt my baby!” i yell at the screen. my baby is a cannibalistic serial killer.
(via holmes-and-watson)
if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
(via jaybirdtodds)
why can’t hurricane names be culturally diverse
hurricane muhammad
hurricane shaniqua
hurricane nguyen
because white people destroy everything.
wow, the last comment..
the only comment
(via wood-elves)
