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changed eve to even

Some Disney Princess
I swear, didn't that happen to the Mongolian Empire lol

Satan
NO. JUST NO. WHY. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO REMIND ME OF THIS ABSOLUTE TORTURE

Kawish
Friday is my favourite day of the week too! Like you get to do something …

Eric Cantona
Hey nice quote man!

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I have more issues than I could possibly count. And on my worse days, I'll go from happy to sad in seconds. I don't always like myself, and sometimes I'll even assume you don't like me either. I'll push you away and I might even drive you insane. But I promise you this, nobody could ever even think about loving you as much as I do.

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Tonight I realized that you weren't the one who wrecked me, ruined me, or destroyed me. It was me, because only I have the power to do that to myself. I destroyed myself, by loving you.

Anonymous - Tired Of You...
Honestly, I'm just tired. Tired of your empty promises. Tired of your meaningless apologies. Tired of your stupid excuses. Tired of your lack of effort. Tired of you being so inconsiderate. Tired of you being so inconsistent. Tired of you treating me this way. So when I say that I deserve better, I definitely deserve better.

Anonymous
I hope one day you will realize I did truly care for you. I promise you're gonna miss me being there, putting up with you, refusing to give up on you. You're gonna regret everything you've done to me, including all the damage you've caused. And someday, you'll turn back and I won't be waiting for you any longer. I might have been worthless to you, but you'll miss me when I become priceless to another.

Jenny Han
That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

Butterfly Poems
I laced you in my veins and tattooed you on my skin, and now the ink is running and it hurts like you did, and now I realize that I can't get you out.