sixwordlovestory:

We fight like a married couple.

sixwordlovestory:

We fight like a married couple.

(via kaylajeannette)

I want Michael here. Now. I want to have the most amazing make up sex humanly possible. I want even inch of his cock crammed into my tight asshole. That’s what I want. Too bad he’s asleep. :’(

I’m tired of crying myself to sleep at night. I’m tired of working so hard so that things can get better, and they never do. I feel like we’re stuck. I’m tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally. I’m so drained. I just need to feel like I use to. But, you don’t understand. You think everything is fine, and I’m over reacting.. Like I always do. So, I’m done. I’m done bringing my feelings up. I’ll just silently cry myself to sleep, and smile in my texts so that you don’t know if I’m having a bad day. I’ll just put a fake smile on my face and say that everything is okay. Even when it’s not. You know why I’ll do this? Because I love you, and I don’t want to fight and hurt our relationship anymore because I’m fucking psychotic and I’m having a bad day.

Hey, Michael. I wanna fuck. (;
Fight after fight after fight. We can’t keep going on like this.
Michael made his Facebook back.. As soon as he told me I got sick to my stomach. I’m preparing myself for another week of worrying myself sick, crying myself to sleep, and not eating.

sixwordlovestory:

He’s mine forever. We pinky promised.

sixwordlovestory:

He’s mine forever. We pinky promised.

sixwordlovestory:

Even college can’t keep us apart.

sixwordlovestory:

Even college can’t keep us apart.


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