My phone autocorrects “cunt” to “Cynthia”.

I don’t know Cynthia… but apparently she’s a cunt.

I feel as though one is not allowed to complain about something all the time if they’re not willing to fix it themselves.

No ambition = no progress. Simple. It’s not rocket science.

Weighed myself yesterday because I’m busy with class all the time and don’t have time to make an actual meal (instead I eat like applesauce and fruit and quick stuff) and was curious as to how big of a fatass I’m not when I’m at school. Lost like 6 pounds. Bahaha. Just goes to show how much shit I eat when I’m at home and how much walking I don’t do when I’m here. And no, I’m not trying to lose weight, this shit just randomly happens to me; out of my control. Guess I’m lucky. (Granted, these 6 pounds were all lost in only 4ish days, and that’s unhealthy, but I can’t really help it.)

Black out by Yanni Floros 

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Hmm, how interesting. The extreme lengths people will go sometimes. I tell ya. Grow up.

(Source: for-a-minute)

tobenaked:

We kiss in our sleep a lot

Somehow our lips find each other,
Collide into each other,

In the dark

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