Professional Fuck Up
And extremely pretty.
Fun Fact: So apparently “Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of this Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued” was originally called “I Loved You So Much More Before You Were a MySpace Whore”
I was with you again last night,
I was shaking, trembling.
I couldn’t help it.
You finally kissed me and I was waiting for this since the last goodbye.
At first it felt like nothing before.
I missed you. I was glad to be back.
You held me and told me how much you missed me. You questioned in your drunken slurs why you missed me, and I shook my head.
I shouldn’t of came, I shouldn’t of been there.
We finished out drinks and you were way past the point of tolerably drunk.
We went up to your house, into bed. Eventually fell asleep together, and when I woke up to go home this morning, I didn’t feel special anymore.
I didn’t miss you anymore.
I remembered the hurt feelings, and where I am now.
I don’t need anyone who doesn’t need me.
Don’t drunk call or text me, I’ll never be that girl anymore.
Girls, when you’re feeling sad, just remember:
- a vagina can go back to it’s original size after taking something 20x its size
- a penis will end up looking like an empty potato sack that’s been run over quite a lot if it does
You can do this girl.
Be as resilient as your vagina.
Shine bright like a ‘gina
THIS IS THE MOST UPLIFTING POST
This is the most amazing thing I’ve ever read.
Self portraits of Morris Charney, Dov’s father, taken during the 1960’s-1980’s.
I’m a shitty person, I can’t undo what I’ve done and it lingers throughout my bones.