Going to the gym everyday, because I need to turn into somebody else. Physically, so my mind can just relocate to a better plain. All those assholes back in San Diego will never see him again, but what your eyes will feast on is what I call A MAKEOVER. SO stay thirsty you scum suckin roadhogs
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Saint Monica
Saint Monica (AD 322–387), also known as Monica of Hippo, was an early Christian saint and the mother of St. Augustine of Hippo. She prayed for her son’s conversion for ten years, as well as her husband’s conversion. BTW, it took me about 3 seconds to google “Patron saint of patience.”
Saint Monica (AD 322–387), also known as Monica of Hippo, was an early Christian saint and the mother of St. Augustine of Hippo. She prayed for her son’s conversion for ten years, as well as her husband’s conversion. BTW, it took me about 3 seconds to google “Patron saint of patience.”
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I don’t even know why I’m tripping. Your best friend is in his early 40s and he’s 26. In what world does that create a realistic relationship that’s not solely based on sex? What on earth could you even have in common anyway. Except that he’s 26, and you were once 26. Your been my longest fwb and now your dating some twink.
Jesus. I blame myself, banking on the fact that your such a looser I figured you’d be single forever, or get so rundown that you may settle for me. AInt that a kick in the pants, I was actually sad that I wasn’t a consolation prize.
When did I morph into this person. I feel like I’m turning into some body dysmorphic bitter bitch. I look in the mirror and all I see is a paralyzing need to change. I don’t want to look at him anymore. He has never brought me anything but adventure and heartbreak. I want to truly change. Fuck this noise and bring on my motherfucking chrysalis phase. This chapter of you is over. Done.
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I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
— 10 Things I Hate About You
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
— 10 Things I Hate About You
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I’m sorry I’m late to the party Cat Power, but fuck I’m glad I got here. I’ve got The Greatest played on a loop.
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