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The worst part about bullshitting a paper at the utmost last minute?

I get sooo off topic with my rambling bologna that i dont even care to fix it. “Whatever, I’ll just tie it in with my original thought at the end” 

I really want my loving boyfriend to write my philosophy term paper with for me, because he already took philosophy. &+ he has always been a good writer. The only problem is, I asked him yesterday about it right? He said yes! Then disappeared off the face of the earth. >.> Sneaky little hoe. Its due in the next few hours.

Fml.

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icomealiveonlyforyou:

This.Is.Awesome.

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garfieldsbiggestfan:

heh.

Om

reaill:

precums:

what the fuck does this say

• imagine how is touch the sky
• touch is the sky imagine how
• sky the touch is how imagine
• I’m seriously confused

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—leave

-No you leave. Tell me you don’t love me. Tell me you don’t want to hear from me again.

—I can’t

-Exactly

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I love you.

But I don’t know why. All you do is make me cry. But, I’m beginning to see.. this has got to be unhealthy. I can’t even stand up for myself. You take complete control of my emotions. I can’t say no. This I will never understand. Once you get close enough to me, once you’ve made promise after promise. after promise. after promise. You break them all. I told you, you were going to leave. Everyone leaves.

You promised you were different.

You’re supposed to be the skeptic. You were always so sure I’d destroy you, but that has yet to be the case. Its always me that gets burned. You don’t care. You swear you do, but you don’t. This must be a game for you. I’m sure I can be very amusing.

I don’t understand.

I don’t…

I don’t understand why I can’t grow a pair of ovaries and get out of this murderous relationship. Every single one of my friends hates you. I’m beginning to understand.

But every time. Every single time. You don’t even have to apologize before I make up excuses for you. Why can’t I stop. I make excuses for you that you don’t deserve. You know you don’t deserve them. You know you don’t deserve me. I refuse to see that.

You lie.
You break promises.
Your apologizes are worthless.
You don’t love me.
You lie.

Just tell me you don’t love me.

Please. Say the magic words that release me from this prison.