There’s an asshole who doesn’t give a shit about me except for when we’re fucking, who I’m a little bit in love with. And then there’s the super nice guy who cares for me a lot, who I don’t feel anything for. Help me break out of this, Coquette.
I can’t do shit for you if these are the choices you bring me. Have some fucking self respect and get rid of them both. Go be something other than a fucked-out cliché from the first act of every teen romantic comedy.
I mean, how hard is this? Once you’ve established that a guy is an asshole, stop fucking him and move on. Once you’ve established that you’re never gonna have feelings for a guy who’s romantically into you, set firm boundaries and don’t lead him on.
It’s bad enough to get either one of those things wrong, but to fuck up both at the same time and then bring it to me like it’s some kind of dichotomy? Honestly, get your shit together.
Don’t act like you’re trapped between anything here. You created this triangle, and you maintain it for a reason. You can walk away from it any time you want, but you get something out of it, so don’t come whining to me like it’s beyond your control.
This is some silly girl shit. Start acting like a woman and handle your fucking business.
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SORRY TO GET ALL TUMBLR ON YOU BUT YAS BITCH SLAY
You are doing the most with your name and I am here for it.
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Damn. And I thought I couldn’t love you any more.
And once again ladies and gentlemen THE heavy weight champion of the world: CQ
Damn, son. I feel like it’s been a while since we’ve read some straight up CQ bitchslapping.
Fuck yes. I know. & I loved every second of it.
That hit like a cup of hot chocolate.
Revival of the style blog/more style posts on the personal blog? Is my dream coming true????? OMG???? Sigh. :*
Can I get an amen??