aint nuthin wrong wit bein a slut for your man


The awkward “I don’t want to annoy you but I really like talking to you” stage.

She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing
― (via tangeble)

me me me me me me me

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