So sick of everyone.
Fuck you all.
Nobody cares about anyone else, unless it benefits them in some way.

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I’m standing too. Now we’re all standing. We’re 5 jackasses standing in a circle

The most under appreciated Rocket quote in Guardians of The Galaxy (via pokemasterjack)
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I’m standing too. Now we’re all standing. We’re 5 jackasses standing in a circle

The most under appreciated Rocket quote in Guardians of The Galaxy (via pokemasterjack)
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I spent my childhood dreaming about first kisses and when I was eleven years old I used to wait around to see him. I thought that love was magic and when he twirled his hand around a lock of my hair I thought maybe he was something special.
I spent my teenage years surrounded by long phone calls about forever and I was fifteen years old when I used to wait around to see him. I thought love was an inevitable future and some day soon someone would kiss me everyday like life would cease to exist without me.
I spent the days I was meant to grow up in, actually growing down. I resolved to no longer wait for anyone and I grasped the security of having nothing special. I knew love was the most beautiful thing to have, but I also knew that no one would lose sleep because they’d fallen in love with some other girl two blocks from my house. I wanted to be irreplaceable but not because of my hair, or my green eyes, or the way I could make anything sound pertinent when I said it the right way.
I wanted the real deal the — I didn’t feel complete without you, you’re my best friend, let’s paint the walls yellow — kind of love. But I had an overwhelming feeling that it just wasn’t meant for me. And all of a sudden, I craved the stupidity that came with being an eleven year old kid who loved the boy that lived down the street. The one with hazel eyes and secrets only I knew.
I craved to be the girl who blushed when a guy said she was beautiful, without thinking of consequences and foregone conclusions. I wanted to be the girl who waited. Who had an unexplainable hope in the future. And I thought that’s who I was; but I’m afraid that somewhere along the way I might just have changed.

2:47am thoughts.

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