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Just me, hijacking my mom’s webcam for a bit.


Sorry that I’m no longer fourteen and living in a dark house that is more cage than comfort. Sorry that I’m not lonely. Sorry that I see past your sorry ass game. Sorry that thirty minutes on Skype isn’t worth losing my better half, the love of my life, the man I will marry, the man I will love with every atom of my being even when I am star dust millions of light years away. Sorry that I am not going to subject myself to this conversation a moment longer.

Yes, I am sorry that I grew up, while you’re 24 years old without a job, sitting cross-legged in front of a laptop for some other underage girl who feels unloved by her father and unwanted by her mother… I am sorry… but not to you.

Im not a piece of ass. FUCK you.



"I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I."

- Sylvia Plath (via corsara)

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If this gets 120,000 notes I will try out for American Idol singing The Krusty Krab Pizza

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No mires sus fotos, no mires sus fotos, no mires sus fo… puta que es lindo…

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