This isn’t a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad, this is a story about how I learned something and I’m not saying this thing is true or not, I’m just saying it’s what I learned. I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody. So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always. Everybody can’t turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them. But this means there isn’t a place in my life for you or someone like you. Is it sad? Sure. But it’s a sadness I chose. I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a girl and got off a woman more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a girl. And I never got off the bus. I still haven’t.
Sinner With My Skirt On The Ground Jumped into the pool 😁 clothes and all. ❤️
Scar and Mufasa 😁 All Me 😍😍😍
thesection80:

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That’s a real ass bitch

helladutchess:

shrekyourself:

they put a bee in a human hospital bed

"Sorry sir we have no more beds left."
"What about that one?"
"Oh that’s a Bee’s"