When you're on your period...
Uterus: I hope you didn't like those underwear.
Stomach: EAT ALL THE THINGS!
Emotions: I don't care that you were crying your eyes out ten minutes ago, that was fucking funny. Now go act like you're high until I see something that pisses me the fuck off.
Stomach: ESPECIALLY THE CHOCOLATY THINGS!
Uterus: Also I've decided to act like something's constantly punching me. I hope you don't mind.
Me: why
I don’t chase after anyone. If you want to walk out of my life, then I’ll hold the fucking door open for you.
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| — | Wiz Khalifa (via oneheartforanother) |
The Only Policy
IF YOU DON’T LIKE HOW BRUTALLY HONEST I AM, DON’T TALK TO ME.
IF YOU DON’T WANNA RESPECT ME, DON’T TALK TO ME.
IF YOU DON’T WANNA BE NICE, DON’T TALK TO ME.
IF YOU DISS MY FRIENDS, DON’T TALK TO ME.
IF YOU’RE A LITTLE BITCH, DON’T TALK TO ME.
The point here is if you don’t like me. Fuck off. Your opinion means nothing to me. I may be a “hallway loner” but at least the friends I do have don’t send me home crying you jerk off. I can trust my friends.
