try now
I changed my passwords. try fuck with me now you dirty stripper
I changed my passwords. try fuck with me now you dirty stripper
I remember the first time I liked a girl, she went to my school, she had really pretty eyes and her name was Charlotte. I still remember her eyes. Green as grass with little rings around the centre, they were the kind of eyes that made me think “everything must look amazing through her eyes”. I was young and diddn’t fully understand girls, I still dont, but I was confused by this. One day I worked up the courage to tell Charlotte about how I thought her eyes were pretty and that everything must look cool through them. I thought she would be happy to hear something nice like that about her. I was wrong. ”you dont have a chance dick!” she said. I lay in bed that night so confused, how could someone with such pretty eyes be so mean?. I diddn’t want ‘a chance” I just wanted her to know that I thought she had pretty eyes. Im not sure what I learnt from this, maybe some pretty girls know they are pretty and dont need to be told? Its the pretty girls that dont know how pretty they are that I decided to look for after that.
—Factotum by Charles Bukowski (via thechocolatebrigade)
(via sarahfay)
—Orchid (via sarahfay)
They give me medicine and say this will make you feel happy, I take it and feel happy. After a while I forget to pretend to be happy and the medication stops working.
You are not welcome in my life anymore