I hate her crooked teeth. I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby knees. I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips before she talks. I hate the way she sounds when she laughs.
I hate this song
9:12 pm, by apieceforassortedlunatics, ∞
“DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH?”
“Then why yoy try to fuck him like
a bitch, Bret?”
“I didn´t.”
“Yes you did. YES YOU DID, BRETT.
You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus
Wallace don´t like to be fucked by
anybody, excepy Mrs. Wallace.”
12:04 am, reblogged by apieceforassortedlunatics, ∞
Más de cien palabras, más de cien motivos
para no cortarse de un tajo las venas,
más de cien pupilas donde vernos vivos,
más de cien mentiras que valen la pena.
para no cortarse de un tajo las venas,
más de cien pupilas donde vernos vivos,
más de cien mentiras que valen la pena.
12:46 am, by apieceforassortedlunatics, ∞
Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.
12:23 pm, by apieceforassortedlunatics, ∞
No Man’s Land, Beaver County, Oklahoma, USA
(via 77counties)
2:13 pm, reblogged by apieceforassortedlunatics, ∞
Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It’s such fun.
Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.
11:08 pm, by apieceforassortedlunatics, ∞
