“last time i saw him, he packed up my things, and he smiled like the first time he told me his name. and we cried with each other and we split the blame for the parts that we couldn’t change.” — Sugarland
The notes……
(Source: aimee-likes-cats)
cariño mio, sin ti yo me siento vacio
las tardes son un laberinto
y las noches me saben
a puro dolor
This woman just scared me into sorting out my finances.
Looks like I’m trading in martinis for beer. And Bourbon Street for my bed. Where I’ll be crying over a beer and my credit card statement.
Me too. Sigh.
(via eactually-deactivated20120113)
Why did I think going to a party hosted by Vinny from Jersey Shore would be a good idea?
All that happened was that some drunk, belligerent bitch tried to pick a fight with me for “fucking touching her” on the way to the escalator. Well, excuse me bitch and your dumb bitch boyfriend who kept telling me to “relax” or he’d “kick my ass”, but it was a big fucking group of people all trying to make it to the escalator at once, and we all managed to be pleasant to each other. Except you. Happy new year, you dumb bitch.
What an auspicious way to start out 2012.
el verdadero amor perdona
no abandona
no se quiebra
no aprisiona
no revienta como pompas de jabon.
to read angry emails from readers. Good morning Tuesday!
If you’re just going to steamroll right over the moderator, why even bother having people moderate the debate?
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Damn. It’s like the good times just keep on rolling.
Being an adult sucks a lot sometimes.