I keep things to myself, they blow up. I let things out and talk about them, they blow up. Eff. Guess I’m just… good at igniting explosives?
(Source: trust-my-struggle, via beyondenchanted)
(via kushandwizdom)
I think it’s fucking adorable how my cat always seems to groom/clean himself when I’m gone out for the evening. It’s almost like he wants to make sure he’s all handsome and stray fur free for me when I get home. I love you Voodoo.
(via jus-liv)
I don’t understand why girls find it so hard to understand that when you act perfectly fine towards everyone but me, I’m going to think something is wrong between us. When you are talking to everyone happily, yet are giving me one word answers, it’s going to feel like you don’t want to talk to me. How is it MY FAULT for coming to that conclusion?
(Source: nicolascagewashere, via mechamelissa)
and the trend starts again where I feel like I have horrible luck finding a female that wants to spend time with me. Even though it’s not the case, the dice keep rolling that way. I’m starting to feel very anxious. I don’t want to run out of time.
