Just a Little Obsessive
22 and doing the college thing.

trebled-negrita-princess:

blackgalacticgoddess:

theambiguousexperience:

20daysofjune:

pattilahell:

9julian2:

foreverpruned:

urbies:

Play this at my funeral bruh

YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!

asthuytfghj

I fucking love Tumblr.

This is the greatest

I SWORE THIS WOULD PLAY BEHIND ME WHENEVER I TURNED 13 AND CAME HOME FROM SCHOOL

That comment ^

Dear diary …………..

MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Trackname — Moesha Journal Music
Artist — Moesha
Album — Moesha
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wemakeitclap:

J Lo 2000
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whitegirlsaintshit:

how can you suck dick like that? there’s no vacuum. his face is always gonna have a draft. you can smell his breath on every side of his face. this nigga can’t be near water no more, he’d drown trying wash his face. he ain’t never gonna replenish his thirst. smh i wish him the best.

vinebox:

Girls in elementary school when dey see you staring from across the class

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humans-of-pdx:

"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.” The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?” "It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them." Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.” "It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect." "Yeah, I forget that sometimes."