- waitress: i'm sorry we're all out of mozzarella sticks
- waitress: sir please stop cyring
Ashley.20.taken.NoHate.Merp.None of the pictures on here are mine unless stated otherwise. “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”-Les Brown
When I was in agonizing pain, screaming and crying your name in front of your face, you just stood there. Looking at me. You didn’t drop with me, you didn’t jump for me too. I was begging for you and you just stood there. And after everything; my pain and suffering, after you taking care of me and forcibly making me smile, you fucked me over. You went with her. Like you always do. Want a new best friend? Fine, have her. Let her deal with your heart and your mind. Let her buy you things just to see you smile. Let her support your habits just so she can have her friend back. Let her be there. Let her do EVERYTHING I do to make sure that you feel loved and noticed and 100% truly wanted all the time because she doesn’t want to see you with a frown on that beautiful face, because nothing and no one could ever give her the same feeling that your smile does. Let her in. Try it. She won’t make it, none of them will. Replace me. Throw me away like you always do. I’m not important right? Okay. Fine. She won’t last, they never do. I know you inside and out. They don’t love you like I love you. She won’t do this like I will. When you’re not around you’re the only thing on my mind. I always put you before myself, from day one it’s been that way. I’m always thinking about what you want and need and what would bring out that cute look you get in your eyes when you gets all sooky but you don’t think anyone notices. That’s me, your best fucking friend. You think that it’s okay KNOWING how I’ve felt for the past two years and then doing that with my best girl?! How could you. How could you walk up those stairs, get in her bed and hold her the way you held me and think that I’m going to be okay? IM NOT OKAY. I’m telling you this right now. Let her take my place because clearly I’m not needed anymore. Hit me up in a month and tell me you don’t miss me anymore that she makes you feel like diamond rings and brittle pearls. That she helps you find reason every day for you to smile because there’s no way she could go the whole day without seeing one on your face and let you know how special you are to her. Toss me away and see if she can do what I do.
Because I’m done.
i may not be your cup of tea but i’m your 10th shot of tequila
My heart broke into tiny pieces when I read the Rosetta Stone tweet.