There is a certain beauty in the morning that rivals the seductive charm of the night. Innocent, like a woman stripped bare from all her makeup and...
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I’m so fucking tired.
I’m so fucking tired.
I’m so fucking tired.
I’m so fucking tired.
I’m so fucking tired.
I’m so fucking tired.
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The thing about arguments. So much yelling and fighting and hurt— weary, stressed, vocalized complaints that echo...
Very interesting book this book can relate to girls a lot… (Taken with instagram)
STOP thinking about the good times…
Let’s face it; when we ask the little person in our head to retrieve the files in our memory cabinet A-Z, this little bastard fails to give us 100% of the memory. I don’t know if it’s some sort of defensive mechanism to protect us from feeling sad, but we become biased in our decisions in the future.
This is why you see retarded women going back to a guy who abused her everyday, she recollected good memories of him showing up at her door at midnight with a rose in his mouth but did not remember the time the guy grabbed a wooden spatula and repetitively shoved it down her throat.
Solution: Don’t think at all.